grand resolutions

i'm not into them. as far as i can see
i rarely fulfill them and god knows one
resolution is to not behave likea politico
so why make promises i can't(/wont) keep?

it's the second day of a new year. i'm at my tippy tap machine
hoeing a poem on the page. that was gonna be hoping
but given my latest efforts, i'll keep the typo..synonym for shoveling.
shoveling associated with shit. shit as writing. mine.

but i'm not here to talk about my lacks or even a lactating moment.
nope, i'm here to eliminate lactose intolerance with my special formula.


a big blue recycle truck is outside. it lifts the neighbor's
childsize(comparitive) blue recycle bin to a dumpster riding
the vehicle's front. pats it on the belly a couple of times
till it burps, then sets it back down.  i needed to feed it
some construction materials i  but
the remodel waits for finishing touches. my bed
lounges in two spots while remodel takes its sweet vacation time.
the dressers went on a bender and spilled their contents
the day after christmas.
drawers are stacked like wise men, three by three
on the cedar chest. glad i don't have a tree to dismantle.
my mom always wanted it down on new years day.
any earlier or later was bad luck. i hope my
 evergreen branch/peacock feather/last year
ribbon arrangement doesn't qualify as tree
in her ghost eyes.  it's  pushed up against
an outside window,   blocked by the bedframe  bully .
  couch, chairs and coffee table feel crowded
it's been a week. like all good florida hosts
they'd like the guests to pack up, get offa my back.
i concur. the boyfriend is on the way home to finish the job
  bringing black eyed peas and gefilte fish
for good luck. now where the hell are we gonna store those?