when they put it to sleep
I am already halfway home
or already home
my head heavy
with that strange social buzz
that comes from
severing myself from shindigs
but making an exception
minds skewed with alcohol
a barefoot teen Fosbury-flopping
over a mate’s dad’s armchair
before too long
I’ll think of their foot-long children
caterwauling at 3am
the desk-job half-full cup
of cheap coffee
our greetings infrequent
dialogue Wyoming-sparse
say how I should’ve told you
six mid-Decembers ago
my days a haze of disfluencies
TV repeats and cold callers
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
when they put it to sleep
I am already halfway home
or already home
my head heavy
with that strange social buzz
that comes from
severing myself from shindigs
but making an exception
minds skewed with alcohol
a barefoot teen Fosbury-flopping
over a mate’s dad’s armchair
before too long
I’ll think of their foot-long children
caterwauling at 3am
the desk-job half-full cup
of cheap coffee
our greetings infrequent
dialogue Wyoming-sparse
say how I should’ve told you
six mid-Decembers ago
my days a haze of disfluencies
TV repeats and cold callers
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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