Hear, Hear, New Year!

I have a tart card held,

I have an innate weight I dispel –

I hold you close

each year,

the charms held on my arm.

 

Hear, Hear, New Year!

I keep you fixed in fear,

the sight of you draws near –

the spent and want of what could disappear

with each swallowed sphere.

 

Hear, Hear, New Year!

The corner of the day

solvent, and Christian and too much

to seep into the night

easily, the thought reappears –

each last cowardice eats here.

 

Hear, Hear, New Year!

I have

an intimate fright;

a step into the tight

light

march of a ghoulish brigadier

finding height and finding height.

 

Hear, Hear, New Year!

I am already past you –

hurtling into the night.