on this day of beginnings
nobody cares to begin anything
everybody's automobile has a hangover
all locomotive dreams outmoded
even the confetti has unwrapped itself along the streets
rolled after itself down the sewer grates home to bed
the sun rolls over sick
an icepack of fog lessens the pain
i am out looking for you new year
all the stores are closed
have you forgotten
all the promises we made each other
last night
when we were both drunk?
from Bar Room Ballads (1992)
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