Uccch. Graaaghh. Braacchhhhhh.
Head a pounding pulsing tenderness,
I ooze, blearily, into consciousness,
Sunday's sun sneakng past ill-shut curtains,
Spearing my eyeballs into my skull.
Mouth encrusted with dried kebab-shit,
Bladder piss-swollen, fragments of 'last night'
Flit past, mental flotsam I try to
Piece together, reforming my mind.
I rise to piss dark dehydrated urine,
Returning to bomb-strewn bedroom. Eyes
Adjusting, I keep on the lamp on, as
Fresh scenes of drunkeness slam
Grimacingly against my throbbing brain:
The red wine I drank, before I met you.
The joint I smoked, after the wine.
The impossible arc of hope, desire,
Wishing and yearning, rearing up within me.
Music grabbing me; romantic delusions
Fooling me; going out to meet you...
Then I remember you kissing that guy -
And me storming off -
