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a.d. winans | new years eve poem 11

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NEW YEARS EVE POEM 11

some things stick in your mind
like dental cement

like your first kiss
the JFK assassination

the wild years, a trip down

highway 101

foot stuck to floor petal

hugging the middle lane

at one hundred miles an hour

a wild tango that turns into a shuffle

I like five in the morning walks

alone with my thoughts when

the shops are closed

and people still sleeping

my neighborhood

a ghost town

still as a lion waiting

on its prey

the silence a monk in meditation

with no need for explanation

2010 gone…

the revelry put to rest

insomnia driven
I greet 2011 alone

with words that bleed

for company

A poem forms, nibbles

at my brain cells

a beggar hungry for food

but the cupboard is empty

as I retreat into the amnesia

of yester-year

the lost treasure of my youth

a pirate with a graying beard
boarding a ghost ship

lisping aimlessly at sea

“The only way to spend New Year’s Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.” – W.H. Auden

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