eggyolk heavy....
inside his skull, a balancing act
mouth hungry for cold, cold water
eyes squinting, dilated, red
can't focus...
walked in a daze, half stumbling
half staggering
stomach's gurgling, joints weak
might as well sleep it all off
the delight of last night's bottled spirits
showed it's dark side,
a genie in vengance
slipped to deep sleep
toxic.
hangover
sick leave
titles
I ran through the woods in swollen
anger pangs of ire shadows my
eyes furious grin slapped a trunk
with clenched fists i fell to
the leaf carpetted ground wrestled
with self pity tears rolled and
mixed with sweat heavy heaving
gasps rays stabbing the
the darkness of this haunting forest
a shrill my voice was creatures
sprang from their perch i died
today wide awake i slipped from
my grasp of hope the dream is
over the dew is dry she could
have been my wife
and look i'm a puking poet
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