Belligerent Poetry

Untitled #22

on the first of the year,
having survived another night,
another holiday of excess,
of story-making, of border-breaking
and walking home in the morning
holding hands in the dark
makes you wonder what this is
makes you wonder where life starts
who knew what we'd do?
not me, as i woke
and hoped
and scampered off to live it...

-wil. 01.01.02