to count down to a new beginning, by looking at numbers changing on an electronic little surface. but there are no seconds and there are no years, there isn't even a straight line. time is just a curl that curls on your skin too and we call those wrinkles. while we float in space curling around a big hot sphere and we call this a sunny weather.
so the first day of january spinning around plasma. just like last year, but this once, closer to the sun. there's still some trapped confetti under the windshield wiper and people are dizzy from all this sun that makes everything look from a commercial. dogs running on the beach, joggers taking a break from running, happy family, colgate time, bath robe time, swimming in the cold, blood pumping, heart racing, feet in the sand, wine in the veins, switch off boots, just lying here, somewhere, far away from people, in the middle of the people.
even ducks. catching fish like they do it on discovery channel.
old couples walking in love circles on the streets, sitting on hot benches.
everything's half the usual price and you can have hot coffee in a dark bar away from the sun. blue glass, strong neon, happy alcohol, time is only in your head, while you're sipping on café con leche in obscure blue lights.
