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Corollary
by Arthur Partenremnants of the dying night sound an alarm
bodies collapsed by each other
forming a record of the last moments of consciousness
shoulders shaken to wake those who'd rather be dead right now
what happened here
retching is the only reply and an unenlightening one
as the cans and cups speak for themselves
A door opens and one gives a look to another
what the hell happened here
I was pissed man
At least now I can get to sleep 10/10/2005 Author's Note: needs work. I may pick it up at another time.
Posted on 10/10/2005
Copyright © 2024 Arthur Parten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/10/05 at 09:26 PM How many stark morning afters do we need to wake up to before we say to ourselves, "what the heck did you thing was going to happen after all that?" That being only my meger take but, I like it. |
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