This New Year/Cojones and Glory by Gwil James Thomas

This New Year/Cojones and Glory

Santa sits back in his workshop,
finds some pure white snow,
only another 364 days to go.
Christmas wasn’t all
mince pies and mistletoe –
nothing is
and nothing
lasts forever too.

As for all the beautiful blunders
of the last year –
you were born to make mistakes,
but holding onto them is optional.

Fuck the backstabbers too –
those time wasters, forget them
and their insecurities,
you’ve got better things to do.

Don’t worry, take your time –
all those Monday mornings
ahead are gonna be just fine.

Because now you know
that like this fresh year
those weeks ahead are a
second chance.

This year could be our last,
it could also be our greatest.

So put your foot on the pedal,
shoot your evil grandma,
take a chance,
fly above the clouds,
run naked through the woods
whilst chasing deer,
sober up,
smoke up,
open your mind
and your bittersweet heart.

Spring will be here before we know it
and you will show it how to blossom.

So here’s to cojones and glory –






Gwil James Thomas lives in the historically infamous city of Bristol, England. His debut poetry collection Gwil Vs Machine is available from paperandink. His prose was recently featured in the Hand Job Zine anthology. He was also once a member of the short lived Spanish/British band Irreparables. He is currently trimming the fat on his second novel and putting together his second short story collection.

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