The snow is bipolar in Brooklyn today.
Yes, I mean that all four ways.
Day before 2009. It’s almost the end
of the year on shiny eye glasses
double zero for eyes.
Try that in 2010.
You’d be striped blind.
See? I celebrate all that we have.
My constant kissing of the reader
disturbs. Shall I also overkiss
my bleader? Yes. Tsk. This.
Yes. This is your New Years kiss.