Sunday, December 16, 2012

It's Happened Again - A Magpie Tale

It's Happened Again

Today I've come to
in the back seat with papers
rattling and the clinks
of all the empties,
bouncing with the country road
you are taking now.

My gummy out breath
slides past my sad grimed up teeth
and the sores and lumps
I feel... last night's clothes
do not improve things, I'll say
that for damn all sure.
And worse, you are bright
and sunny, singing out as if
no cares in the world.

December 16, 2012 8:16 AM

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  1. Bit of a nightmare journey, there? :)

  2. Oh, hope that doesn't happen too regularly... very well described though. Your details tell the story so much better than a straight narrative.

  3. Wow! I know that guy.

    Well written, desolate, tale.

  4. Must have been quite a night out. :-)

  5. I would tell you the story if I could remember it...

  6. ..some def descriptions to note in your poem... enjoyed it...smiles...

  7. Last night clothes can never improve on the following day when empties are rattling. Nicely done. Here from The Mag.

  8. Great write.

    How can other people be happy when we have a hangover? :o]

    Anna :o]

  9. A desolate yet emotional tale love it

    1. The driver has a story too. Have you ever lived with a drunk? I have. This is not a criticism of you, Chris. It is just that when I look at this poem I see two people, how I wrote it.


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