today

today i'd like to burn things.
we'll start with paper.

those scrunched up nothings
self infatuated glory stabs
they can go, along with
lists of music i like
diary pages of things i hate
(mainly me and others)

say goodbye to
all those christmasses ago
all those gin soaked raisins
i put my trust in
to bring us a happy new year.
they went up in flames
all right

i wished for the wrong thing
this year and every other.