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POEM: Sunday Morning Hangover

November 1, 2010

5 o’ clock

morning dew

the day cracked open to

start a new

but I’m not ready for this one



Mind’s trippin’ while I’m

Sippin’ water in the shade

From a cool grass

Blade, my eye catches the sky


Orange chunks, washed in

Yellow urine and then –

Deafened by silence this hangover

Winks on my temple

Aches, quakes, rain on my

Head, feet, and ankles

Hilarious pain delayed

From last night’s beating


Over-amplified sparrow’s song

Sends a greeting

to my brain’s weakest side

Sour swims in my mouth

Like dumpster juice, both limbs

Amneisia, doesn’t know who

They are, nausea is never far

But it was all worth it.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Nicolette French permalink
    November 10, 2010 1:20 pm

    I truly enjoyed this one. I had flashbacks of my own prior hangovers as I was reading this. ohh too familiar .

    your biggest fan,


    • November 10, 2010 1:31 pm

      thanks “biggest fan”. It was a tricky piece for me to write, a bit of a challenge to capture those ‘magic moments’ that a fresh hangover brings.


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