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Hangover
A saccharine sensation, sticky and wet.
the morning on the tip of my tongue,
the night layered across my teeth.
Blue slithers of my eyes water themselves
from between heavy lids, drip into waking
and find themselves regretful of their venture.
Hair plays at monkey games on my face,
swinging from nose to ears, to sky,
and I? unable to be swayed from the swaying.
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Comment by: BSmith - 2008-02-25 15:40
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| Dang! It makes me miss Southern Comfort, Evan Williams and Jack Daniel. Ahhh...good times! |
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| 'the night layered accross my teeth' indeed! |
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Comment by: astacey - 2007-08-09 15:50
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| Makes me think of last weekend. You described it perfectly. |
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| Wow - you nailed the feeling of a hangover completely - "the night layered across my teeth" - oh yes, I remember that - Succint, . . . superlatives will not do here - really well done. |
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| Yes, you're got it all here- the taste of last night still haunting the cavity of your mouth, the bed head hair, the watery pain of tearing eyes, excellent description. |
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