New Year’s Eve

After twelve o’clock, everyone was drunk as hell,

The lonely faces thrust through the crowd

To their places on a stool or against the wall,

With eyes burnt out like birthday candles.

The crowd sloshed together with dashed hopes,

Elbows jabbed shoulders in claustrophobic mirth,

Bare-legged sirens danced all alone,

Condescending glances minced every person’s soul.

Me and my friends played hearty fools, blind men, saints,

The crowd looked on defensively,

Vacant stares through smoke.

12/11/2007

CRA