A hangover’s prayer

All is quiet this New Years Day

when Merrymakers have gone away

This solitary silence

to nurse those wounds

inflicted in the annum past

A momentary ambivalence

exuberance that can not last

As digits on calendars change their place

A blank expression left upon your face

nothing’s really changed

but the numbers

A segmentation for memories to tell

A day prescribed for poisons to expel

Wake me when it’s Monday

Oh please, not before

A New Year’s resolution

not to do this any more