I appear to have drunk a little too much

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.