Thursday 17 September 2009

Morning Whiskey Noose

These are the symptoms they/ don’t warn you about/ waking/ bleary eyed and blind/ and maddened for someone/ the eyes two stale socks/ wrung out and tethered/ two bloodied egg whites with the whisk/ still in/ dripping out of their little units/ with the black yolks/ straining out through the sockets/ like a half-burst blackhead/ mind-cry-dickhead!/ Dickhead!/ Dickhead!/ sent-box/ heavy//

Last night’s certainties – boggle-brained/ soufflé’d/ - last nights definite get-out-clause/ last nights definite get-back clause/ is today silent/ and unquenched/ and ticking like a terrorist/ why is drunk so/ vengeful for sobriety?//

Eyes/ Poor bastards/ Two regretful witnesses/ spilling out of themselves/ in an attempt to escape.

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