... excerpts of New Year's Eve
The red pillowcase that Bill tied
over his lamp to make a rave-light
and the easy eloquence in Brandon's eyes
as he finally got comfortable with "the Corner Brook girls."
Energy: the crack of balls, incognizant union with physics
flowing through a pool queue,
flowing through skilled human hands,
flowing through veins embittered, rich with wine.
The cool salty
chew of ham.
The last broad sips of red wine:
a holy-sounding sin,
One fiery rectangle of wall
where drunken friendship scribbles
are invited and will long remain.
Already the New Year has
whacked us with poetry;
I just don't know