Vortex
‘Twas a year so long and stressful. Now over. In the past.
Arriving at the holidays
My moment’s here at last.
This time I won’t be lazy. Scenic hikes and eating right.
Will even take an online course
And make sweet love at night.
The first day? An adjustment. 19 cookies, too much wine…
Just need to find my sea legs
Then this season shall be mine.
Next two days? A foggy blur. Don’t think I used my feet.
First, a coma watching Die Hard
Then face-down in piles of meat.
Unsure what day it is now. But there’s a beard upon my face.
In the vortex known as sofa…
Is where I drift through time and space.
Deep imprint on my sectional, which tells a sordid tale.
Of a man who once loved sunlight,
Enjoyed nice salads made with kale.
But since arriving at these holidays? No hike or online class.
The intercourse did not take place
And pants feel tighter on my ass.
I reside in winter carnage. Dried-out tree still on display.
A crooked wreath hangs sadly
How is football played each day?
Confused, I stand up slowly. As a chubby, drunken mess.
Crumbs fall from me, I tweak a knee
And make my educated guess:
Must be December 35th now? Surely, many moons have passed.
Have I fully lost my grip on days…
Oh, wait, the 1st is here at last!
It’s back, some sense of normalcy. Real life is on the way.
Right after “Happy New Year” greetings
Those should end by early May.
