Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Slow Learner

Slow Learner

I hate mornings after!
My mouth tastes
like a Manhattan
and my head
throbs with
every beat of my heart.
Mornings after
are a time
for inventory,
counting and recounting
the drunkenness, debauchery,
and stupidity
that define
my social life.
Mornings after
smell of spilled booze,
stale cigarettes,
and the perfume
of cheap bar girls
passed out in the bedroom.
Mornings after
sting like a ruler
across the knuckles,
wielded by
Sister Barely Tolerant,
correcting me in ethics class.
Mornings after
serve as a harsh reminder
of what excess can lead to.
Somehow those lessons
never come to mind
on nights before.



ZeR0BaCkUp said...

I feel ya!! ;-)

Shigune Matsui said...

Love it! Here's mine http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/awards-and-dreams.html
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Shewriting said...

I don't miss those mornings at all! (back then i wasn't a slow learner...maybe a no learner ;)

Eden Baylee said...

This may be the first poem of yours that made me laugh,

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