Open Poetry #13 |
A Ritual |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
I wake with a view of grass my face impressed with rooting lines red with pressure and regret My wet clothes attest to rain soaking my sleep my pillow arm still fast asleep angrily numb A reward for a hard week reducing my post to ground level but it was fun before I passed out Fun is percieved, changing with age, for some but others keep spinning the bottle before tipping it back and living inside |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
JamesBowie, you made being drunk, passing out, not really know where you are, sound almost like fun. ME |
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