Aftermath Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg
Aftermath
After the low spark of the
crackling
fuzzy
red electric guitar
faded to black
somewhere around 6 a.m.
during the weekend
After the Loritabs, alcohol and nicotine
had worn off
And the wisteria was just a
dusty, light purple memory
I came crashing back to earth
all broken again
and
I'm beginning not to
give a damn
anymore.
Hey Putz! I liked this one, a lot! But you knew that. I liked the lines about wisteria and the last stanza. Good work! :)
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4/25/2024 6:03:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
like the poem, its funny how some things come about, im taking loratabs, for pain also it seems that my moods have more problems, meaning mood swings in the am