New Year’s Eve
I don’t splutter, but I stumble;
Tripping up while on my feet.
Slow blinks, long sentences,
And feet on glass tables
“Afflicted and afflicted and afflicted…”
I hear myself say.
My repetitions are inconclusive; incorrigible,
And a sad, stale purgatory
Weeps between my commas
Which hang and tremble in stagnant air
like suspended drizzle.
“Falliable and falliable and falliable…”
Mind, body and vision. Is that what I mean?
Leaning on his chest like I meant it.
I never mean it!
“Cyclical”, he told me.
As if there was some other way I could expatiate!
As if I could avoid going round and round.
As if he could.
I should have shut my mouth
When I lifted my head,
And gone inside, and done another button;
Teetering and sliding in there, in that way,
would be better than this. And yet,
Why stand when you can sit?
Sooty-eyed and smirking
Amid the din and trouble
Of youth and wonderment.
And actually, in the end
it all turns out just to be
Carlights on familiar gravel,
And a tenner split between friends;
The cry of “Serendipitous!” as we enter,
Singing on accident.
And until we aren’t nervous, we drink.
And we split the midnight kiss too.
yet standing together as we do.
Happy in a circle.
Happy, too, to continue in circles;
At least for the time being.
Young, unrighteous, waiting.
Together: until, then when, then after.
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About all the uncertain things I said by accident and thought after a party that I went to with my school friends in my home town in the year I moved away. It was strange and wonderful to be back; to celebrate a new year with such uncertainty about what that year would hold, but to feel such affection for all that was familiar.