Merry Christmas, Deirdre

I'm giving you karma for Christmas
with a worn silver charm
from a goth girl with green hair
her humility will do you no harm
a note with a pink stone
on a brand new shiny chain
she said she wore it all the time
swallowing back hard on emotional memory lane
you have something in common
both your fathers love men
she uses green on her hair
you help people their green to save and spend
i wish her sweetness to touch you
softnen an edge
help you sort out the past
keep you off the jumping skyscraper edge
she's plump with old t-shirt and jeans
you're slim business suit and pumps
i want you to be at peace
she has already succumbed
when the charm touches your neck
may a calm reach your soul
i only experiment cosmically
with true science as a goal