the new year approaches
without bells, without whistles.
i lean against a warm tree trunk, knees to face.
the sky gazes impassively
without mercy, without cruelty.
my children scream and pick their noses.
now cat, i call
now dog, move your fat ass.
i am an animal lover.
the tirade of my mind encroaches
the entire veil of consciousness.
life is not a democracy or a Marxist theory.
everything comes down to
how you feel when you sit
against a warm tree trunk, knees to face.