New Year Revolution
© Chris Port, Christmas 2010
Dark at five, her heart survives the Christmas crush.
Lark song lonely in a bone tree
in the city rush
and me, reindeer socks in the trenchfoot slush,
missing home with every bus.
As I pass a bauble window
with its mannequin family
I have to blink in the Amsterdam glow.
Why do gaudy things wink at me?
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
The curtain-twitchers turn their face
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
They’re certain it’s a passing phase
Look in my eye.
Tell me if I lie.
I watch the shoppers scurry home.
Rats hoarding bags board
Titanic waving Oyster cards and
so the ice upon the Dome
seems to smirk in the moonlight.
And this meal ticket that I look at,
that I worked my whole life for,
is as sick as that cattle-truck ride
they charged the poor Jews for.
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
Air smells like ice, streets are white as bone.
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
Beneath the snow,
a Paris spring, the paving stones.
Look in my eye.
Tell me if I lie.
Homeless and hungry, I’m strangely warm
Dying is easy, it’s the calm before the storm
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
Concrete doorways that stink of piss
New Year Revolution
(Time’s already changed)
Revolution
Cut deep, for pity’s sake don’t miss or see my face
Look in my eye.
Tell me if I lie.
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