Decorated or Defiled
An Old Year Happily Discarded
Slate fresh clean Brand New
Last year’s implosion old news
Broken, Battered and Beat Up 2017 has left the building
And We Danced. And We Danced. And We Danced. Until the Dream was over.
What we run away from is what may save us
That being Moxie and Mystery
Tapestry pulled into the murky underbelly of a concussion
Pain, sorrow and death are are bosom buddies Boon companions following your every step. I kissed a rose and bled deeply and profusely through the thorns.
Muddy Murdered Mannequins being dragged though slimy red clay
Bashed in heads semi-attached to conflicted torsos. Splattered blood pointillism across the magic carpets
There is a bird inside me pecking out my innards screeching release.
2018 is filled with Amplified Astronomical Moxie
“Absorb what is useful and discard what is useless.” ~ Bruce Lee