This is our tradition on New Year’s Eve: Make a fancy dinner, drink wine, and watch a movie together. It started in 2008, when the best paying contract I’ve ever had came to the end and we decided to eat like January 1st was the start of the zombie apocalypse. No matter that I’d be collecting unemployment insurance until I found another job and the future was as murky as a snow filled sky. We would what-the-hell it up, mouths brimming with bonhomie. Continue reading
They say it’s all in your attitude but today
the calendar displays the ultimate
senectitude – time’s run out for forays.
This annual cleansing ritual winds down
to winking seconds, a lewd tyrant’s
frown and unglued verisimilitude.
They say tomorrow we are clean without
a shower or being nude but this New Year
starts in a dirty stream praying to St. Jude.