Too cold for tingling hands
wired against metal mechanics,
glow disperses into the new decade.
Too cold for breath, for life,
almost even for the ruffled lake
as she harbors her icy transitions.
Luna was out of focus for any memory,
clouded by fogged lense and champagne delirium.
Cocktail shrimp, bundled hors d' oeuvres
at the end of the aughts. Unfamiliar celebrity
displaces smoke garages crackling decibels
friends from lifetimes ago.
Too cold for the blue moon tonight.
1/04/10
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