New Years Morning
The moon is even colder and bleaker,
Shining sullenly upon the beach
Where the receded tide reveals the wreckage of the sea
Haphazard as millions of rotten teeth in a jellylike film.
We are one rotation closer to the sun,
Waiting to die of cancer.
The rain is angrier than yesterday
And the clouds could truly not care any less.
Everything is soggy embers and tragedy.
I taste loss in my mouth – it’s like the metal taste of fresh blood.
A morning like all that preceded,
With just a little less faith than before.
A little more rain.
As I walk along
The only one I can see
I wave to me.
I put my head down
And do not wave back.
The rain continues