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.
Jeffrey Philip Clegg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aftermath-7/
