Crimson Morn
Crimson Morn
Shards of light relentlessly pry at my eyes
Bound by day old mascara and fog
Wet pillowcase beneath matted hair
From the night spent drooling through dreams
Crumpled sheets cascade and entangle
Shaky legs swing over the bed
Swiftly ungraceful to the privy now
Evacuate the elixir of fools
'Tis torture awaiting the percolator
A dull ache penetrates my noggin
Nervous gut I beseech you not to revolt...
Oh but why is my left shoe in the refrigerator?
Hot java in hand I struggle to recollect
Crimson eyes peer back from my reflection
Empty you sit on the cabinet laughing
Unsure of who might be drained drier.....
......Irish whiskey, winner, round one.
© Tina Jordan 2014 Red Veil All Rights Reserved
Image public domain via Pixabay
Wooot..go, go Jameson LOL I love this :)
Lol! Jameson... that sneaky devil ;) Thanks for stopping by to read!
What the hell?? Lol
Would you like to see my bunghole?
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STOPIrish Whiskey will do that to ya,
LMAO - "Oh but why is my left shoe in the refrigerator?"
.... check the cabinet for the right shoe . . .
:D
LOL... love this. <3
Thanks my friend!! <3