Every year, January is like this
It comes, not so tender-like
With its own waves
and its night breezes
January is the coastguard
onlooking as the ramblings of the sea set its tow
In the path of the sea-men
who begin another year, hopeful
As rickety boats are buried with the dead year
January is just like a jannock person
who knows no filter
Maybe, it’s our seasonal cri de cœur
Every year, January is like this
Remorseless and vicious
As we, sea-men,
continue to hope for jammy months ahead
princekennyjr 