2289: Auld New Year

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That first thirteenth day
past Newerday’s hit was
not among her calendar
picks of observances – a
riddling vision by booze
effects took hold [a rein
across her thoughts as a

tumbler oiled slithering
malts] blurring a focus –
time’s measure lost – air
on her cheek a sobering
slap – On her raw island
there is luxury – thrills in
over-lit bars – regret fails

in too much daylight [or
too little around now] &
men with hirsute breath
try on bare advantages –
She finds her fleet steer
from scaly grips of drink
& drunkards at midnight

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