Here is a teenage snap. I love such summer prompts that get me so many years back. Though it was a bitter experience, now it’s just a sweet petit bonbon in the candy box of youth. Smiles:
The Morning After
I drank a full bottle of vodka with you
staring in your eyes, taking in all your words
of encouragement,
while listening to the Sisters of Mercy,
getting convinced by a perfectly stoned girl
that is perfection itself,
and was violently sick and stupid,
after I found my idiotic crescendo
in an attempted chat with
my new replacement,
I woke up, my head – the battleground
for millions exclusively armed with cannons,
to see you having coffee and small talk
with her again
gossiping about my
first time
getting
drunk.
The perfectly stoned Sisters of Mercy fan
nowhere to be seen.
©2014, MK
Written for the Wednesday Prompt at Poetic Asides, #274 – A Disappointment Poem and shared on the site.
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I like your reference to the candy box of youth. Ah, Sisters of Mercy. Great stanza about the hang-over headache.
Thanks a lot, Sabra. I love it you came by. And, yes – the Sisters of Mercy. Definitely a favourite band with me after that night 🙂
The pathos of the teen and the patience of the adult – sparkle – of course now I’m hearng the line “oh the Sisters of Mercy…. singing again and again … Lovely 🙂
Thank you, Pearl. Glad you, too, have some sweet memory of the Sisters of Mercy 🙂