Hungover And Blinded Poem by Bryan Alexander

Light snuck in
through the small crack of
my makeshift blinds
and stole the innocence from
my eyes
I realized I was still drunk
from the night before
battling demons and bad dreams
with a pen as my sword
I swung it back and forth
on unsure drunken legs
and was almost
consumed by one
of the larger ones that
had eightballs where its
eyes should be
anyway
the words are smashed together
in my head
like too ripe mellons
I smell like an ashtray
and taste like a left over gin and tonic
witch is exactly as appealing as it sounds
I opened my red sore veiny eyes
and realized I was drunk
and couldnt find my bike keys