The walls are bleeding pretty patterns,
As he floats upon a wistful cloud,
Those thoughts, becoming scattered,
His eyelids,
Falling like a shroud.
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Oh, no!
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“Did I just smoke too much?”,
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He believed, his limits exceeded,
Using this vegetable for a crutch.
He has probably 60 minutes,
Until he’s sober enough to budge.
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He naps.
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Time lapse
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Awakens with a hunger sensation,
Still in the midst of heavy sedation.
Yet, far too high for food’s creation.
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That house is but a mountain,
That kitchen is his summit.
If he can’t manage to reach it soon,
To his death, he’ll surely plummet.
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How could he survive,
With his body so deprived?
His heart is racing
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He’s sure he’ll die
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Yet, Alas!
T’was time to lift those tired legs,
And get up off his ass!
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He stumbled his way to the food he’d sought,
And scoured the cupboards from inside.
Cupboards laid bare by a deficit of groceries bought,
He can feel his heart and gut divide.
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He’d never been one to throw up white flags,
So, he managed himself a sandwich.
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Every bite, came with silent gags.
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He’s not sure if he’ll be leaving,
From outside a body-bag.
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T’was of mayo, pickles, jam.
It didn’t taste as good as planned.
So, he topped it off with ham.
He wasn’t sure why he used the jam.
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Like any hungry man of action,
He thought to eat it all,
But ate a fraction.
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He wasn’t sure why he used the jam,
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And now, there’s no more ham.
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Eating his ham-jam sandwich in bed,
He’s overwhelmed with dread,
And thoughts,
And why do cows have such big heads?
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He tries to sleep, despite his inner prattle –
Over the physics of common dairy cattle.
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As beads of sweat roll down his cheeks,
He drifts off to rhythmic heartbeats,
But, he’s distracted by his pulse instead.
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He’s pretty sure he’ll wind up dead!
You are extremely talented, I love your poems!
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I’m so glad you do! Thanks so much 😊
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Amazing!! I love the opening.
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Thank you Watt!
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That was a very twisty poem!
At first, I thought, it would be something paranormal… but in the end— haha! 😀
Very crafty and original 🙂
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Thanks Dragon! 😁😉
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💕✨😃
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personal experience? 🙂
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Yes and no 😛
Like all of these, there are bits and pieces of me in there. I’ve never had a ham jam sandwich in my life, thank god, but I have definitely had the munchies.
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I thought you were taking a bit of poetic license with the ham and jam!
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You weren’t wrong. Hahah.
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Wow!! This is truly brilliant Mathew 💕💕
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Much appreciated Jyoti ❤🙏
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😊😊😊😊
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I have nominated you for Liebster Award ❤️
https://jyoticorner.home.blog/2019/08/12/liebster-award-4/
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Very salutary in its lyrical beauty.
A haunted warning.
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This poem is so well written, like all of your poetry, but this one made me chuckle, especially the line “And why do cows have such big heads.” Hahaha!
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Lmao. That’s the stuff that actually goes through my mind when I’m high. Glad you enjoyed it
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Hahaha. I can relate, that’s why I found it so humorous!! I needed that pick-me-up today! Thank you!!
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Any time 😁
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