12-11 Slap and Tickle

slap.
not right and right not,
walked down an alley,
neon signs blaring rainbows,
christmas lights hung like nooses,
from  their eyes, when
tickle, slap, tickle
the ghost of the christmas past,
said He-ey,
oh no you didn't girl,
and slapped the shit out of right not,
while not right, smoked the tobacco stick,
green laughter curling from his lips,
tickle, slap, tickle,
it's for your own good,
he said zipping his leather up,
slap, slap, slap,
not so fast, sister,
the ghost of christmas present,
showed up with a hurricane of blizzards,
roaring the fury of a thousand sunrises,
blaring headlights into not rights eyes,
tickle, slap, tickle,
with this ring, I thee,
right not, laughed, and laughed, and cried,
and laughed, spanking the crazy,
out of his cocoa sprinkled eyes,
slap, tickle, slap,
it's for your own good,
when,
slap, slap,
what was that?
slap, slap, tickle
not right and right not looked at each other,
slap, tickle, slap,
where the fuck was that coming from?
then clap,
clap, clap, clap, clap,
a slow crescendo of a clap,
tickled the back of their spines,
and slap,
went their feet on the pavement,
running, laughing, running,
out of breath they stopped,
beneath a wreath strangled lamppost,
where snow fell,
not right shifted uncomfortable,
right not, looked up at the winding snow
the halo from the lamplight,
glowed dark around them into the night,
silence fell around them, breath frozen in pastry puffs,
slap,
not right hit right not's shoulder,
slap, tickle, slap,
right not smiled-

it's for your own good.