New Year’s Dissolution

Shitty years in perpetuity.

Nary a one resolution free.

Chase sunsets for tea at noon,

run late, forever soon to be.

Intellectualize absconding brawn.

Drone on and on, who are you to preach?

I’ll find the light in dark doodling

with a groovy beat, a lotta booze to drink,

a lotta cigs to smoke and truth to seek.

Autobio not a suitable length.

Devoid of content and too verbose.

No poignant project in loose leaf notes.

It’s New Years tho, deem thee step one

with a trail of the same name effed up.

Beaten bloody til the angel of death comes,

last rattle is “Matt best luck.”

So self involved.

I’ve robbed these flowers off Algernon.

So depressed, look at my punctured palms.

Woe is me, look at my stutter talk

as I stutter step around all that’s real.

Family functions, I’m Copperfield.

Independence pending, job to fill.

No thanks. Still voyage fake Osage.

Marshmallow in the propane. Say no grace for the gifts interlaced,

given with love and keeping me snug.

Hedonist, smug, smokes under the crust

all alone with closet of bones.

Dust bunny clumps swept under the rug. It’s fucked.

But I don’t go it alone.

All bullshit stowed, it’s time to grow.

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