NYE ’95

Shoulder spasm, hysterical wrack
Object fled from moonlit shack.
Baseless prayers and hammering head
Spinster ever, dreams all fled

Ardour was fervent
Nose to nose
Dance of lovers: baisers and toes; now

Pressing lips on graven pic
Absent purpose, subdued kick
Shoulders hooked and
Spirit scooped
In gutter rest until night fade

Observe the thwarted manic maid; the
Noisy sobbing, weeping, keening
Sparser now, and less demeaning.