So what’s new…

[tectak]

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;                wanted to read "already" instead of "is" as the first word of this line...no, the nascent year is simply over. Newness is a quantum state...once it exists it is no longer new. 
like me, slowly melting, going, going,…back to the earth.                          i think you might leave out back to earth, the idea of where this going leads comes in the next line. agreed. I think I may have overcooked the mortality omelette...
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              i don´t know what to do with this statement as it precedes fuming spirits and sweat-wet cheeks.. why want to sleep through it? How old are you?
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.           is that double meaning (i merely wanted you vs i wanted you alone) intended? The lament of truth over acceptance...always the confession comes late....but it WILL come.
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        "destiny on the rocks is a fine phrase", seems to refer to those days that were actually seized. IF you meant it like that you might consider somehow putting in how this drink is watered down.   Thank you      
and gapless; we lie unseeing, prostrate and grey, yet abhor the seeping light.     "unseeing" and "abhoring light" is put as a contradiction and i´d rather see a causal connection in which you could leave out "unseeing" (as it´s already hinted at with lying face down) and "yet"...not quite. I am not seeing and am unhappy with this self-defined circumstance...but I  do not like the reminder that there is information outside my vision....the seeping light hints at this. I want the darkness but I do not want to be blind. Similarly, the sound of distant revelry irritates me by its ill-defined "noise"...I do not want to hear it, but I do not want to be deaf.
We sleep together yet apart…too hot to hold, too close to turn without a touch.        "together yet apart" could be left out i think, i´d want to read something like "we are to close to turn without a touch, too hot to hold" ....er...tOO close...but yes. A good point...there is duality, of course, in sleeping together yet apart. Needs work. Thanks again.
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.


i am a little confused since your poem seems to have two stories i can´t quite connect.. especially the last 4 lines turned almost brusquely turned away from the couple scene (though this "...or in" seems to connect to it).

maybe more line breaks could be used to put emphasis on some of those very nicely phrased lines.

Hi vaga, 
Thanks for this. Apologies for delayed response...pressure of retirement. Yes...there ARE two stories...the juxtaposition of NEW as in NEW YEAR and the reality of the same old, same old in the lives of we who have had so many NEW years that we just don't believe any of it anymore...so tongue in cheek, as you noticed.
Best, 
 tectak