Fresh Air From The Age

Morning After

"Morning After"

I dont know who I am as I wake,
Bittersweet cacophonies ring in my ears.
Breath tasting like a thousand different foods,
I realize I can't remember the day I was born.

I gag on toothpaste brushing my teeth,
And manage to make my gums bleed blue when I floss.
Another day smiling at me,
We'll always scowl back.

Putting on pants seems comparable only to boxing with no arms,
The room's darkness seems so inviting.
Out in the day the air smells strange,
Not like the air in your home,
Acrid, unforgiving, angry air.

People will look at you strangely.

posted by Gary @ 10/31/2006 11:23:00 AM