I do not live
last day of the year
it is like a little death
rough brush, burlesque
settles in my bones
old spectre dropping dreams
in spite of my screaming
I do not like the end of the year
it’s too heavy, flaunting the blues
in cursive
graffiti on my center that don’t come off
nether wind crawling
outside the view
is the same one
as last year
I fear, my dear, my tears
do not want the savage
drop-down slap-back kissing
strangers
the champagne wet dream
on my face and chest
recall the last to fall
uptown diamond souled
hustle with a 10 million dollar ball
I do not want
the finish of the year
for an end to me
an ends to be
the mirror is never more clear
spent truisms corrode
bent love shoulder
quake to the time of harvest
slate-colored fornicators
afflicting my ambitions
for I am the end
of the year
ticking of the clock
forcing my submissions
I do not renew
I come to chew
through all the
misconceptions
for none of the revelry is true
nothing, nothing is really new
just the same old me
the same old you
and our tears
smeared all over
another new year
Well, at least we are still alive to enter the new year!! It will be a good one!! Dwight
LikeLiked by 3 people
Happy New Year Dwight, I really appreciate your support. It’s an older poem, I’m not actually quite that grumpy 😋
LikeLiked by 2 people
You are welcome! Glad to hear that! Happy New Year!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
gorgeous introduction:
“I do not live
last day of the year
it is like a little death
rough brush, burlesque
settles in my bones
old spectre dropping dreams
in spite of my screaming”
God I love language!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thanks Christine
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow!! Every day brings a better of us…the next year is gonna be fantastic…it won’t be a little death anymore..it will be a little hope to live more..
Bakshish wishing you a very happy new year.😃😃😃
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
Late since I’ve been swamped – I feel reading this I was brought through several scenes and emotional cross examinations. Your work is very emotional. It touches on themes we all endure. Perfect photo choice too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Sam
LikeLike
damn. I had forgotten how much I loved this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you my friend
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
LikeLiked by 1 person
happy new year!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah right? Happy new year man 🍻🎆🎉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wishing you a good start and all the best for 2018!
Cheers, Jens
LikeLiked by 1 person
You as well! Thanks Jen’s🎆🍻
LikeLike
I’m feeling pretty heavy myself about the New Year 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sometimes it’s a hard place. Hopefully you will have a happy New Year. Thanks for reading Maranda🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
I won’t say Happy New Year, only goodnight, brother. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
To you as well sir❤🍻🎉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oldepunk…this is great. Cheers to a better year than the last!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Hopefully it will be a better year for all of us. Cheers mate 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes well penned. It can be an awful time of the year for some. You capture those contrasts well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much 🙏
LikeLike
Yup…you are inside my brain. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you my friend, I’m not a fan of new year 😑
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hear you. Just another year we’ll be happy to see go next year! 😄
LikeLiked by 1 person
I could use a better year than last
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me, too, most definitely. I strive for no expectations, however, take each day one at a time and enjoy the good moments when they come.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s an excellent philosophy ❤❤❤
LikeLike
What can I say, this is incredibly beautiful yet melancholy and so wistful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much! 🙏❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re so welcome ♥️
LikeLiked by 1 person