New Year's Day - a poem

Originally published in The Manitoban

It's 1999 and it's about to turn and she's blazing there boy on the floor and she burns through you like the chemicals a documentary of the movements mechanical

but wild inspired and alive and so foreign to you and the known universe of the magic mushroom and she flows through you like the chemicals you're overdosing on the lights that stream out of her

eyes from her thighs so alive getting farther from you as you stumble your way to the bathroom and you purge yourself of the chemicals just another night of behaviour mechanical

sometimes it rhymes sometimes it makes sense to you and other times it just feels foreign and you only trust in the chemicals I admit comfort is found in mechanicals

and now somehow you bow out the back door and you catch your breath breathing clean again and you spit out the rest of the chemicals and she's a dream again she's a dream she's intangible



It's 1999 and it's about to turn and you're back on the floor and your body it burns aftermath of the chemicals they're counting down you're just counting 1234

5 6 78910 the silence the noise and a kiss unexpected and she seeps through you like a chemical but she's real and it's real and the moment it feels

like it's real. Something's finally real.



It's 2000 she's lost in the crowd and the music's loud the music can never be too loud and you swear off the chemicals and you'd look for her but it'd just be a letdown

and now you bow out the back door and you catch your breath breathing clean like a real person would and you finally feel more than chemicals wild inspired so alive there is beauty in animal

there is beauty in animal there is beauty in animal there is beauty in animal