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A poem for 8 am
The smell of urine from the toilet
brought the glass of milk
right back up my throat...
This is what happens when you wake up
sober.
This is not much;
just a little 'tick-tock'
to make sure I don't get in
too early...
A little poem
to the angle grinder outside
and the rest of 8 am.
brought the glass of milk
right back up my throat...
This is what happens when you wake up
sober.
This is not much;
just a little 'tick-tock'
to make sure I don't get in
too early...
A little poem
to the angle grinder outside
and the rest of 8 am.
Published 30th Aug 2011
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31st Aug 2011 1:40am
The image in the first stanza is jarring-- awesome. It's a great write overall; ending with the angle grinder really depicted for me the struggle that comes with every morning.
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- Edited 28th Jan 2019 8:46am
4th Sep 2011 4:51pm
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