I sit down to write a
New year’s eve poem

With a shiver down my spine, I sense
The dead on holiday

Nothing seems to be in me

I think, the hell with this!
And go to look for myself in a mirror
To scream obscenities,
But when I get to a mirror
I only stare blankly at the reflection staring back at me

We’re ineffable
This new year’s eve

I believe
Tomorrow will be different
The two of us will sit down again
And write something new