01 January 2012

Poetry: Leftovers

by Raedorah © 01 january 12

inspired by arm-chair philosophers to ring out the old and ring in the new
I flipped the calendar hope dashed and expectations depleted
because at the stroke of Midnight there was no new forgetting last year
and no new technicolor realities with HD visioning for the new one

It’s a new year but there is no
new car smell
new baby smell
new book smell
It’s a new year but there is only
leftover food
leftover debt
leftover love

it’s a new year and I hung a new calendar
because I need the new in this year
even though all I got right now is leftovers

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