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I don't do new year
there is a lot of noise here
none of it is mine
when the chimes kick in
auld lang syne hands are unlinked
as phones point skywards
cascading fireworks
fall on lost souls in doorways
where poverty lies
Wednesday 1st January 2020 2:41 pm
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
Forsaking Auld Lang Syne
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The city centre puddles
reflect fireworks in the sky
whilst stripped
Christmas wrapping paper
soaks up the deluge
like a homeless sleeping bag.
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Dustbins overflow with leftovers
oiled with greasy greed.
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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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