The Holiday

The wait is over

All your little rabbit holes are filling up

I’m made of water

And I sink like water

Rippling out to paradise

My stripes like soft silver tigers

Swim, my little enemy in me

I’m out beyond the wave that fishes fear

You owe me work

Work, but I’m the holiday

You’ll never

It got cold

But really not that cold

Snow demons in the sun

Their smiles are bending over

Five star slipstream

That’s me

And there’s hope at the head of the V

But I’m all you see

Swim, my little enemy in me

I’m out beyond the wave

That fishes fear

You owe me, so work

Work, but I’m the holiday

You’ll never take

Feel it all

Filling up