Jingle Hell Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Sleeping tightly by my pillow
popcorn edges on the window
dramas playing back in turn
awful paces now return

Frying scents from afar
sweethened taste of burning tar
doggy peep from kitcen net
dancing twig on reddened chest

Browny blues or many lights?
all was dark and nothing bright
merry dawn of hallowing treat
everyday a churning feast

red veins on straining eyes
but have seen not of an ice
morning fast or dinner bell
every turn a jingle hell

Books or dreams of whom is real
leash the seal if you feel
even, christ the noble blood
land his feet on anger flood

closeth smiles with heart in miles
heavy files in haerth define
like the comb on coral shell
thus, the love that man will sell