The week between holidays is a funeral procession
We wrap it up in shiny foil
But these last days haunt us
Chewing away in little bits
As we approach the new year
Some cover themselves with celebration
Others mourn what could have been
Holiday lights are still left plugged in, some bulbs now broken
Trash bins flow over with shards of happy paper
Discarded electronics loiter the street
We look forward
Some of us burn
Some of us burn up inside
Others can’t sense the time
And the passing
Of another year
As we approach the new year
We medicate ourselves in liqueur
We kid ourselves with a new found spirituality
We promise ourselves things we’ll soon break
In the new year