same year’s eve

i don’t know about you,

but i’ve always found

“New Year’s Eve” to be

such a bunch of bullshit---

no other holiday seems to hold such an

obligation,

where forced fun is

concerned.

 

whether you are already face down in the

toilet,

puking your fucking guts out,

or parading around with your new love

talking about how

“this year everything is going to be different!”

or perhaps you’ve already got that list of resolutions

all typed up,

secretly having convinced yourself that you don’t have

to start until tomorrow &

perhaps you go one more,

telling yourself that you can binge on whatever you will

change

(kind of like that husband who fucks his fiancé’s best friend

the night before the wedding),

the fact remains,

this all means something to you, right?

 

news flash,

there’s a reason that you are still fat---

because the plan fell through last year,

just as it will this one &

news flash,

there’s a reason you’re still at the same goddamned job---

it’s because no opportunity showed itself in this

grandiose economy, just about the same time you gave up

looking &

guess what, it ain’t gonna be any different this time around.

 

for the lonely,

who kept from pulling the trigger

through the birthday of that fictional character that the world

thinks is gonna come back,

they have to sit one more night alone,

before walking the streets of this nation that

finally will have to give up its two weeks of fucking euphoria &

come back to reality---

kudos to them for

sticking it out

(whatever keeps them ticking is stronger than

the typical collective american orgasm

that everyone seems to have at this time of year).