Roman candles fizz after twilight,And bottle rockets skid burping into New Year's champagne Halting, my hand under a mouth Parabolic potential And zeroes; When the fireworks' rage Waits to spend itself In rain; in blue Technicolor tears But duds, the long silk legs not achieved
Manhattan labored through green prisms of stammering fog And under the Brooklyn freeze: Base relief When you, bold, Hold to the water chains You, with your nubile lazy eye, to kiss there.
Kleig lights ignite the fog. An explosion in the mouth: Near the water; The red hooks … apple down 32 feet per second per second
I didn't think you'd do it Too much riding on … Too much pride for surrender Too much joy in privation
A drunk swig, and a suicide jumper in mid-air, you. Afraid at the event horizon
Bombs are opened in the infinity of post offices Imagined, Only abstracted through hair; Only one light, one Existence. Closed between you, my h___, My H____ My h____
(Originally posted July 19, 2007)