Aug 07, 2003 20:49
I swung away
Feverish with the delirium
The web had clung so tight
And held with such fury
The sky split with lightning
And the voices were quiet
For just a moment
For a brief flutter of wings
I tipped my drink
And slid away into tomorrow
Hoping for a touch of fog
To cloud my muddy mind
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Now write a poem about the hangover...
*pssst!* I wrote one in my journal a couple days ago. Feel free to opine. Or not. *goes into Zen trance*
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My grace to you for your kind words, darlin'.
I had read your recent wordings and quite enjoyed the whole spiel. Very, very well done. It was captivating. And I must agree with dear Tabby, the last two lines are sheer brilliance. Bravo!
I now return you to your regularly scheduled happenings.
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The sheer pressure
This daunting aftermath
The uncompleted thought
Which way did I crumble?
Where did that come from?
Whose face is in the mirror?
Is that Noon or Midnight?
Blinding as a genius dream
Just a bit more sand
Just a tad more shade
Just go away
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