Thursday, 17 April 2014

I never learn...

Better late than never for day seventeen. The prompt was to describe something in detail using the senses. I took on a few too many liquids last night and have tried to describe the consequences.

Self-inflicted


 bright shining blue imparts blindness
feeling fuzzy at the edges and too full of insides
what a calamity has befallen my brain
with the unpleasant reek of a good time in my mouth

 must that rag and bone man make such a hoo-ha?
it's difficult to remember without hearing myself think
and where exactly am I? What day is it?
What the hell was I thinking when I made that call.




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  1. Anonymous18 April 2014 at 21:02

    'fuzzy at the edges and too full of insides'

    That's mad but magic.

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  2. Catching Lines18 April 2014 at 21:04

    Yeah, I was pleased with the first stanza but the second is weak. Oh well...

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