AND NEVER BE FORGOT

the New Year tiptoes
across the sky
falls in bells and snow

I feel like a door
without a handle
or a handle without.. .

...a dor:
atop a ******* tip
like it's King of the Castle

a door that (opens
into the nowhere  of
time gone by

drunk revelers
bawling out Auld Lang Syne
puke coloured pavements

the furniture wears sheets
like a child's concept of ghosts
their wooden legs stick out underneath

a kiss
all that separates
the 20th from the 21st century