Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
The city centre puddles
reflect fireworks in the sky
whilst stripped
Christmas wrapping paper
soaks up the deluge
like a homeless sleeping bag.
Dustbins overflow with leftovers
oiled with greasy greed.
A bottle of wine splatters against
the multi-storey car park wall,
vomited from the throat
of opulence at midnight.
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Sunday 1st January 2017 7:53 pm
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