06/01/12
Let’s welcome in the new year.
They swing the door open wide.
I’m yanking at the handle.
Close that fucking door.
I’d prefer to stay here.
At the edge of the universe.
In the twilight hour.
Where memories dance in the cool air.
Don’t let the fireworks stop.
Aim them at the sleeping sun.
I like to look back.
At all those things we’ve done.
The new year is a new mountain.
It’s a grisly truth.
It’s the bully in the film
Who the hero backs into.
He’s behind me, isn’t he?
But if I never turn around,
I never get the knuckle sandwich.
We kissed under the mistletoe.
Then at midnight.
Then we are abstinent,
For eleven months.
Kiss me twice at midnight,
And say that I can stay.
Not at your place.
But in this moment.
Uncultured Review 