High-pitched
xylophonic
zing
Core-throbbing
booming
bong

Ear-piercing
thunderous
vroom
Slam-banging
percussive
pop

Slide whistle’s
slippery pitch
Dizzying
digits
aligning cymbals
jackpot: I’m rich!

Head whirling
a dervish’s
swoop
Mind’s wily eye
a buzzing
kazoo

Swirling funnel
of blinding snow
incapable of fixating
on familiar ground,
Just enough
to slow…
all that clamor!
down

Gobbled
by thanksgiving
Vanquished
by time…too little
while options
abound

Flummoxed
by fogginess
while christmas draws near
a good month
to endure
till happy new year

Life
suspended
in a Monet masterpiece,
at nose-length,
focus fuddled
perspective lost

Blurred…
by electrifying a
sparkling surge of
yuletide
chaos