she fluffed the pillows
in her uneasy chair
poured herself a glass of
plum wine
heaved a sigh
and dropped her body
down into a catatonic slump....
the day before the hump
was the worst day in modern history
(& she coulda sworn yesterday was a stone *****)
and now it don't look like
the night's gonna end
the people walk in darkness
and, before the debris and the soot, it was
ignorance that obscured the light
(and that schitt wasn't even right)
her head was splitting
back sore
feet all swole
she could feel the beginnings
of a scream welling inside
her throat
didn't want that sour
taste back up in her mouth
again...
so she took a sip and as the
warm, sweet poison burned her
belly, she bit her lip
and the TV droned on; watching
her struggle with the anger,
hurt, the fear,
those grim messages fed
her throbbing dread
"is the world really coming to an end?"
"shole is baby, and we gonna see
signs and wonders chile...terrible
signs and wonders"...
so she took another taste
of sweet plum wine
waiting for the glaze to coat
her eyes and numb her mind...
Alyce, (c) 2001
in her uneasy chair
poured herself a glass of
plum wine
heaved a sigh
and dropped her body
down into a catatonic slump....
the day before the hump
was the worst day in modern history
(& she coulda sworn yesterday was a stone *****)
and now it don't look like
the night's gonna end
the people walk in darkness
and, before the debris and the soot, it was
ignorance that obscured the light
(and that schitt wasn't even right)
her head was splitting
back sore
feet all swole
she could feel the beginnings
of a scream welling inside
her throat
didn't want that sour
taste back up in her mouth
again...
so she took a sip and as the
warm, sweet poison burned her
belly, she bit her lip
and the TV droned on; watching
her struggle with the anger,
hurt, the fear,
those grim messages fed
her throbbing dread
"is the world really coming to an end?"
"shole is baby, and we gonna see
signs and wonders chile...terrible
signs and wonders"...
so she took another taste
of sweet plum wine
waiting for the glaze to coat
her eyes and numb her mind...
Alyce, (c) 2001