"5"
This is it this is the time to change among the free range
ravers cheering the guys and girls leering towards each other peering across
through scarcely parting lips as the beats drip down from the surround sound in
the dark of the rafters to the ground.
The new year. A new
year. Another year.
"4"
This’ll be the one
that you’ll ditch the beer and the blow this’ll be the one where you really go
for it you know this’ll be the one where no foe will go unchallenged this’ll be
the one where you kill it where you crush it where you own it where you tone it
that’ll start once you’ve stopped zoning out in the peach paste of fresh puke
and Teachers that you’re semi slumped in swigging from a bottle of gin with a
girl at the back in the black off the floor no light no sight you touch you
make out you go further it feels alright kissing strangers at midnight skipping
songs sound like shredded kites in high winds you don’t know the girl you met
her tonight but she doesn’t say no she’s like you alone so painfully free of
someone to be with just trying to fit in because the lie feels better than the skin
beneath the net of her YOLO shirt sweaty and stale and yours much the same cold
and pale so frail for the fake of this frantic affection so desperate for some small kind of
connection that her fingertips remain in red threading through the writhing
hands raking shaking from the speed and the cold on the old of warehouse ground
your own rhythm out of sync with the pumping sound that everyone else is
dry humping too.
And resolutions repeat
and records revolve and another year continues to dissolve.
"3"
No one knows you’re not together forever not even you
because you’re lost lying down concussed comatose ghosts in dank drainpipes on
the edge black on white at the edge of a dance floor away from the roar of the
real couples on New Year’s Night what a sight to see but what a thing it would
be to feel something more than the undoing of zips and the mush of loose lips
and the flesh you grip as you tip back into the tar down to the ground the thud
of your head splitting inaudibly fluids running white red and clear steering
and stirring through the cracks soaking into the black the grit and grain and
the stains on the hard of your bed and still the resolutions in your heads go
on the strobes shifting white to blue to red your shadows spilling into each
other in the light your actions out of sight your thoughts on loan with your
hearts so you don’t start to feel alone.
And nothing is
resolved and you greet another groin and the meat still feels cold.
"2"
The resolutions rendered amid quaking bass and drunken
mistakes the solutions you make to combat all the pollution in your life the
scalpel that shreds through all that social strife created to make sure you can
do what you tell yourself to do this time find that girl get that grade make
your life something more than simply something surface you swear you’ll search
for the deep for the raw for the real you say you’ll feel better than before to
yourself in a storm of roars from the ravers on the dance floor who all agree
that this year will bring more than the one before but with the grit in your
back and the gash in your head and the sleet of another loaner on that
rescinding boner all you feel is the slack of another lived summer cumming to
nothing and the fear.
The New Fear. A New
Fear. Another new fear.
"1"
This is it this is the time to change rising from climax re-joining
the free range ravers cheering the guys and girls leering towards each other feeling
strange and estranged peering through parting lips as the beats drip down from
the chorale of sound in the dark of the rafters to see the girl from the ground.
But you never do and are left standing alone. Pink strobes turning to blue.
"Happy New Year".
