She was too drunk.
She had drank a fifth of vodka
over four hours.
Oh, we tried, but it wasn't happening.
It was sloppy and cumbersome;
we were like two hippos wrestling
in the mud.
I got up and left her to her
impotent dreams.
I made a cup of coffee, and
sat in the dark.
Images ran through my mind.
I turned on a light and started
writing. At least something was working.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 8th, 2024 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read this poem and others from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
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