Prayer for the new year


Parties and good times are gone,
my head is heavy and my voice is that of a drunk turkey,
or of a turkey with a torn ridge
with other stuff, more specific. Whatever,


I hope my desire will stay in your thoughts,
hot,
my desire, for the year to come
over me and from all over,
like a blind still water tsunami.


To keep you mouth shut, intensely, my mute mermaid
if you were a moment, the posthumous
would chant you in vocal exercises
virgin


and I would know in the glances
you put down at my feet,
like a cork,
that it was over....with all the end of the world.