Free verse № 95669
Shampoo and Condition
The Razor catches on vomit dribble dried on my chin
The tylenol's sitting next to my cup of rum doctored coffee
Eyes straining from absorbing the daily comics
Ears tuning into the catchy song sung to drag me awake
Feet shuffling back and forth toward the shower
Water beading across my head drumming small shouts of shock
A mad dash to get dressed to impress
Arms doing as they do best
Reaching across the house in slight haste
Cancer rushing to take my breath
Punch the clock and walk to the back
Push a pen across paper and talk til I'm sick to death
Get out to my car and call up memories of friends
See what I've missed, then drive across town 3 times
To play the same old drinking games
Talk til I've said whatever it takes
Push the bull, til the glass breaks
Whatever is left standing better than shattered
Take home to be beaten and battered
Then dump it outside where it belongs
The satisfaction substaining me until
I wake up in the middle of the night
Just until I remember
Brew a fresh pot of rum doctered coffee
Rinse Wash Repeat
19 comments
PS- "Look beyond the surface" is a fucking laugh riot. Beyond this poem's surface is much, much more surface.
That said, the one interpretation I missed is that TPBOD is your name, which makes me sorry for having made so much fun of your poem. I wouldn't have been so harsh if I'd known it was you.
couple good lines, the starting one in particular. But there are a few things that nag, like why dress to impress when there is vomit on ones face?
I mean, other than the line _sounds_ cute - (maybe better in another poem, but then thats been done already I think).
There's prolly a very nice poem in here after a little distillation.
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