The clock struck midnight, beating her strapless

The clock struck midnight,

beating her strapless,

toppling her floorward.

There, de-stooled and de-pilsnered,

stilettos askew,

she bleated karaoke

while that brute hovered smirking,

jaundiced and sour,

browning his khakis,

hacking his eulogy.

She, crumpled and angular,

spittle bejeweled,

thinks, I’m perishing anew,

hapless but christened,

my year, jinxed with bounty.

Turning,

knuckling curses,

the bloated sot trundled doorward,

out-turning his pockets,

releasing his vowels,

in those final seconds,

offloading his ballast.