CRASHING, RISING, BURNING.

BREATHE IN, AND LET OUT A SCREAM.

You started with a fury; birthing it.

Something about this years ticks differently-

You know that you cannot waste it, you bear it heavy.

It heaves with potential. It is beautiful.

Back-breaking and manic. But be careful.

In creation do not burn out.

Take a slower breath. Creation is born.

Not extinguished.

20-FUCKING-TWENTY-ONE!

Subtract the 21, that’s for next year.

Suppose it’s all a ticking clock,

But isn’t that good? Isn’t that grand?

You’re stepping up to the plate,

You’re growing, and it’s a fuck you

A farewell to the last year,

It was a strange year to say goodbye in.

BEAT THE BEASTS, THOSE BITCHES:

Or so you have determined for this year.

This time is in the present; it is for that.

It is this urge in your soul, your fingertips-

Those Jo March moments, as you call them, a brazen quill.

Throw those marks into history.

Time isn’t running out but it’s

Chasing me. Another year and it’s

Here. Here. You feel the passing more.

FRESH, FRESH, FUCK, ALL IS FRESH.

Is it really a canvas for me?

Splatter my soul bare against it, see myself truly,

Know I can try again, but make it c o u n t

Fresh year, fresh me, fresh food, fresh living,

Fresh creation from old words,

Throwing them like paint, bloodying my hands

Bruising with the coming. 2021. You’re 2021.

Everyone has awaited you. Fresh start.

Old fuckers. Old demons.

Is anything ever n e w?