poem
December 2007 
hung over
Posted on Jan 3rd, 2007
by 
Lobster John
Lobster John
Dark libations.
like vultures… circling
the freshly marinated meat
of my swimming head
pick down upon me…
pieces of my confusion,
floating the rough seas
of my intestinal imbalance
bed like a tilt-a-whirl.
that sadistic carnie
with the familiar face…
stop the spinning!
an E-ticket ride
full of unexpected turns,
twisting Incessantly...
let my foot find the floor.
oh sweet mother of god…
let my foot find the floor!
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Lovely John! Lovely!
Did you puke? (just checking on you) hehehe.
Love,
Dana
lol… no, i didn’t. Thanks for looking out for me though. However, I wonder how many people remember what an “E-ticket” ride. lol I’m so dating myself.