fast approaching,
this gregorian exit wound
a distant thunderous applause,
curtains for this itchy trigger-finger year
passing like the titanic sinking through my bowels
(perhaps it’s viral)
my head encrusted
with nose-jewels and sinus-clinging glistening ponds,
a reflected treasure trove
dying to see the light of blog
Oh my goodness. Um. Wow. That’s compelling and disgusting at the same time. *wink*