Beauty is Imperfection

Roman candles fizz after twilight,
And bottle rockets skid burping
into New Year’s champagne
Halting, my hand under a mouth
Parabolic potential
And zeroes;
When the fireworks’ rage
Waits to spend itself
In rain; in blue Technicolor tears
But duds, the long silk legs not achieved

Manhattan labored
through green prisms of stammering fog
And under the Brooklyn freeze: Base relief
When you, bold,
Hold to the water chains
You, with your nubile
lazy eye, to kiss there.

Kleig lights ignite the fog.
An explosion in the mouth:
Near the water;
The red hooks … apple down
32 feet per second per second

I didn’t think you’d do it
Too much riding on …
Too much pride for surrender
Too much joy in privation

A drunk swig, and a
suicide jumper in mid-air, you.
Afraid at the event horizon

Bombs are opened
in the infinity of post offices
Imagined,
Only abstracted through hair;
Only one light, one
Existence.
Closed between you, my h___,
My H____
My h____

(Originally posted July 19, 2007)