01-03-2018, 07:37 PM
What is new? This nascent year, collapsed wave function, old by a day,
is over. The ground is stale with winter rain and lonely ice;
like me, slowly melting, going, going,…back to the earth.
If I touch you do you feel the end in me…or am I new each dawn?
I like to think we’ll wake reborn; sleeping through the midnight bells,
the revelry, the fuming spirits, foetid breath and sweat-wet cheeks
that bobbed and jigged in to my space and yours. I only wanted you.
Our years were few, and more to come than we had used…
but that was destiny on the rocks. Now, we close the curtains, tight-drawn
and gapless; we lie unseeing, prostrate and grey, yet abhor the seeping light.
We sleep together yet apart…too hot to hold, too close to turn without a touch.
Meantime, renaissance runs the streets, the bars, the glitzy restaurants;
there’s nothing new outside…or in. Forgive me my ambivalence,
but still I will wish “Happy New Year” to everyone I meet and they,
they who know nothing but hope above happenstance…will wish me the same.
Tectak
2018
is over. The ground is stale with winter rain and lonely ice;
like me, slowly melting, going, going,…back to the earth.
If I touch you do you feel the end in me…or am I new each dawn?
I like to think we’ll wake reborn; sleeping through the midnight bells,
the revelry, the fuming spirits, foetid breath and sweat-wet cheeks
that bobbed and jigged in to my space and yours. I only wanted you.
Our years were few, and more to come than we had used…
but that was destiny on the rocks. Now, we close the curtains, tight-drawn
and gapless; we lie unseeing, prostrate and grey, yet abhor the seeping light.
We sleep together yet apart…too hot to hold, too close to turn without a touch.
Meantime, renaissance runs the streets, the bars, the glitzy restaurants;
there’s nothing new outside…or in. Forgive me my ambivalence,
but still I will wish “Happy New Year” to everyone I meet and they,
they who know nothing but hope above happenstance…will wish me the same.
Tectak
2018