Poetry Post – My Morning Drink

My Morning Drink

Blurry hues and bright lights, like eyes looking back.
Will it be jukebox music or live tonight?
Passing on supposed fruity drinks – with absolutely no fruity taste.
My poison is dark with full flavor thanks.

My nightly haunts that haunt me still
When the urge to run
comes creeping back.

Blurp blurp blurp blurp – fish bowls call us,
But the larger tower wins out.
A nice Larger while looking for chicks that I’ll never ask out, but I’m sure you will.
Maybe we should have gone into that bar; if we had been drunker.

Said conversations from days gone by
when the urge to run
Goes creeping by.

No more bars but empty bottles, cause why pay so much for only a buzz?
Whiskey in coffee, “You’re so happy today!”
While it takes three packs instead of one to fill my lungs;
When sleep and voices refuse to succumb.

Are the omens that are missed
When the urge to run
comes creeping up

Small head, small hands, small everything – that irritate me when the buzz leaves
So no more fog, no more headaches, or a sadistic Ferris wheel in my head.
I can’t help but feel my heart aching
As my smokes go walking pass me.
Stomp stomp stomp stomp – not only the sound in my head but on the floor
Colors on the walls and in our hair
As little jack-o-lanterns overflow with frothy laughter
When my hair falls out like streamers on the floor.

There’s no more time, and yet all the time in the world to think about
The urge to run
That is creeping up me

Little pastel teacups filling with water – where’s the ice tea?
As I wash cucumbers instead of limes.
My breaking point has definitely been broken
That even the creeping has left me
To the fate of the minion –
Drinking water – that is sometimes mimosas

Photo by Moussa Idrissi from Pexels

Published by Linda Marie

Hello, I'm a stay-at-home-mom, student, and aspiring author currently working hard at becoming a freelance writer and blogger. I love writing, reading, and having discussions with people. Please join me at my blog Books and More where I discuss and analyze all things literature and then some.

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