Sometimes when I put words together I draw inspiration from whatever is in front of me, occasionally I draw inspiration from memory and sometimes I just make some shit up. Despite how a poem comes about I like to think my words are truthful in some form or another, the story may be autobiographical or it may be about someone else or it may be some fictional tale altogether, the meaning is always honest. The following is a poem I wrote in December called the January Blues.
JANUARY BLUES
Christmas came and went
I skipped the service
Didn’t take the Sacrament
Wasn’t nervous
Just didn’t want to go
Rode the wave
Of my own Christmas show
Nothing left to save
So it didn’t matter anyway
Head’s still in some fog
From celebrating Christmas Day
Gift unwrapping turkey eating and oh sweet eggnog
Temporary peace on earth
Winning more than I lose
Forgot what love was worth
I’ve got the January blues
Goodbye to goodwill to all men
Phone ringing off the hook
Adding six and seven trying to make ten
Impatience everywhere I look
No more season’s greetings
Just another day with no name
And a whole bunch of meetings
They all sound the same
Making false resolutions
Hoping they’ll make me feel better
They’re only fake solutions
Wearing an ordinary sweater
No snowmen or St Nick
Only undecorated wool
Can’t eat till I feel sick
Have to pretend my life is full
Trying to get it all right
But I’m missing all the clues
So I’ll be wrong tonight
With my January blues
It’s still cold outside
There’s snow on the ground
So I try to hide
On the merry-go-round
Get lost on another tilt-a-whirl
Lost little boy
Lost little girl
Broke my new toy
No money to buy a new one
My favorite gift
Is dead and gone
No stairs and an out of service lift
Stuck at the bottom looking up
Stuck at the top looking down
Half empty cups
Are the only cups around
Words no longer mean much
Don’t want to talk
Don’t want to stay in touch
So let me walk
I’ve grown tired of running
Want to sleep want to snooze
I saw them coming
I’ve got the January blues
