Wondering if Mary Ramsey (yes mary ramsey... a palyndrome or howmever it's spelt) is in the Middling City to viola the night away on Electric Avenue, site of the tucked-away church I think named for Saint Stephen. Where I'd go C-Mas Eve to hear Mary and simultaneously marvel at the old lady's cotton candy hair with the inserted plastic poinsettia, annually. How did Mary play so angelically. How did that woman keep that plastic foliage anchored so solidly.
Trespassed on some man's property and he took note of me videotaping away as he drug his groceries from his 4x4 to his home. Stopping once in a while to marvel at the artsy type filming or whatever in hell she was doing on his soggy front lawn, aiming towards the mysterious sign, the half-dead grain elevators off in the distance.
As John Lennon says:
And so it is Christmas, and what have you done.
Difficult holiday love.