Jan 27, 2019
Warm Wishes And Cold Fishes (New Poem)
I don't remember going to bed last night but
I do remember waking up on this cold,cold morning.
Damn this cold weather, damn it all.
Warm wishes and cold fishes.
(What the hell does that even mean?)
So back to the beginning it seems.
A new year is right in front of us.
Forget about last year.
It is done and gone.
Not to be seen ever again.