Just because you haven’t seen any snakes, doesn’t mean there aren’t any snakes out and

about in the new heat of

the new years.

Within the crests of new waves that we will save for the light of the the new day,

for the new cracks in the new armor,

is mostly flooded with brand new floodlights,

programs, brochures

silver, and new.

Out in droves,

the same as you.

Shining light on the empty orchards,

and the backyards.

and all that the starlight leftover on the ground,

that broken glass that is fucking everywhere now,

that broken glass we all gave up on, and all those fucking endings.

Smiles as new stars

and I can smell the sweet fucking smell of sawdust ,

sleeping above the canopy,

loving about the panoply

moving as a statue,

or not

slouching, or

not.