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new years eve rambling.
by Andrew S Adamssix cans of orange soda and
the ever eminating glow of a monitor
end in the imminent feeling of lonliness,
the languish of loss for what a day could have been.
it's been a few hours since,
'perkins, motherfucker' as the stoner so
slowly slurred into his cell phone this past
three AM, and i ate my chicken and cheese quesadilla
as i hadn't really eaten a meal yesterday,
and wondered why i agreed to this.
i should have been coming home,
expecting the phone to ring
and the cans to rattle from it,
but instead, i was there.
now, i'm here, eyes burnt from six hours of
constant contact with a computer,
the phone hasnt rung for me all day,
and i'm looking down the contents of
another can of orange soda,
this room is a mess, littered like this.
wonderful, i've found something in common;
maybe there is humanity within. 12/31/2004 Posted on 01/01/2005
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/01/05 at 07:49 AM Good one, Andrew. And yeah, I can relate to the monitor's glow and the loneliness. Sucks on a night like this - or any night, for that matter. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 01/01/05 at 10:17 PM Well, I was not alone for New Year's, but I was lonely. I like this one. =) |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/03/05 at 04:00 AM the languish of loss for what a day could have been...orange soda and computer screen overuse, all you need is some cheez whiz. kind of like heartbreaking rap song. nice rhythm and a consistent tone. |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 01/04/05 at 05:01 AM It sounds like you need a French maid Andy. I like this because it sounds so similar to thoughts I've had on such nights. Good one. |
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