the new year
will stick like shit in the grips of
your shoes.

It is here

the emperors new clothes,
this polished turd.

And what will it bring…
A map?
A skeleton key?
World War 3?

Will you find a clue in a
fortune cookie?

The thaw will come
and then it will look like the whole
world is weeping.

Bins overflow with cans and cardboard.

The cold pavements look like platinum.