on new year's eve i wore a cat mask
the sky exploded pretty & fearful,
caught in the crush at circular quay.
hands flying, torso after torso,
a million friends ((strangers))

watched the people
crawling
after midnight

couples are welded together
drunks leaning on one another
girls with wow-oh-wow heels in hand
& their faces, all those faces, are
somehow benign. broken by the broken
spell that comes rushing after fireworks

there's an atmosphere i can't convey
something exquisite, extraordinary
like a great sad sigh in unison,
& i'm suspended in it
& i'm catching my breath
& holding it, holding it

i miss feeling alive more than anything,
i miss watching people & wondering
& just feeling insignificant.