New Years 2011

the reverie is lost on me
locked in my cocoon
solemn silence sickens me
inside its crash! kaboom!

the night wears on
like cheap perfume
a stench that clings
like liquor

all encompassing, the fog
that burrows ever deeper

sleep may offer solace
break out from this tomb
brings fancied dreams
of better things
as far off as the moon

what holiday is this?
glorified celebration
just leads me to inevitable
mental masturbation