A terrible time of year to go.
Not a holiday, but expiring.
that the wiring in your body is loose;
caused by Star Jumps
or having the stomach pumped
after an uninspiring vindaloo.
and the year you never knew
when the Cat & Dog Homes balloon,
you pull down the fur-lined hood
of your favourite parka,
shuffling away from city bustle
towards the park ten minutes out of town
where century-old ash trees
leaflet-drop, cramming spam
into the damp ground
and gulls grind their mussel shells
like teeth of misted crystal balls
forecasting ill health.
It was a bolt from out of the blue.
A scarlet half moon
from a rosy sky
like a necklace wrapped in scrunched tissue;
this present is already overdue.
A terrible time of year to go
and the year you never knew.
Stephen Watt, 27 December, 2016