NaPoWriMo Day 10 and I’m a bit of a roll. Surely this has cured my writers block? Today’s poem is again stream of consciousness: it seemed the right way to go with this one.
I appear to have drunk a little too much
I am an empty husk harvested too
early the night is still fresh but I am
spent there are faces across the table that look
familiar their mouths open and close too fast for
me to catch the blah blahs that effortlessly roll
off their tongues sounds fall from my lips in slow
motion as I try in vain to form some kind of verbal
structure a half empty glass and something once
edible sit forlorn and unwanted before
me I push them away and force myself to
stand balancing precariously on Bambi
legs the room is a kaleidoscope I slide
along the floor towards the bathroom to throw up.