I wrote a new poem just now
No back-story for this. It's just better than lying slack-jawed all night. But hey, first new poem draft of 2010, so that's...something.
Reflecting on My Late 20s
On doggie-style hands and knees for a non-existent partner,
so far I’ve counted seventeen gangly pubic hairs
around the perimeters of my palms.
Vomit from three spoonfuls of 11AM Cap’n Crunch
and half a handle of 2:30 AM vodka
turns the toilet a milky “other than urine” shade of gold.
A search for tissue to clean the spatter
yields only a colony of brown paper cylinders.
Each has a tiny stubble of white only fit to tease.
I raise a hand to my mouth in some attempt to clean.
My lips again tremble where pubes now stick.
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Yeah, apparently I've lost the knack...
Reflecting on My Late 20s
On doggie-style hands and knees for a non-existent partner,
so far I’ve counted seventeen gangly pubic hairs
around the perimeters of my palms.
Vomit from three spoonfuls of 11AM Cap’n Crunch
and half a handle of 2:30 AM vodka
turns the toilet a milky “other than urine” shade of gold.
A search for tissue to clean the spatter
yields only a colony of brown paper cylinders.
Each has a tiny stubble of white only fit to tease.
I raise a hand to my mouth in some attempt to clean.
My lips again tremble where pubes now stick.
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Yeah, apparently I've lost the knack...