An Over Merry Christmas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Drunk falls into tree.

Submitted: December 17, 2007

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The alcoholic sting of Boudicca's victorious tears

snares at least 2 of my over mulled senses

My knees twist,

demolition of my upper weight begins

Lights upon the tree recoil in fear

my fall is caught in pretty oval mirrors

Tinsel and other annoying creatures

set about constricting my air flow

The smell of pine,

itches at my red nostrils

Hands of recovery appear

pulling me clear of the damaged branches

My foot appears to have speared

a square wrapped gift

I can feel the acidic taste of sick

lodged with pride in my bruised throat

I seek the toilet

refuge from the madness of Christmas

My voice echoes

as the contents of my stomach splash

Now the room steadies

the best gift I could ever wish

My reflection confirms

a period of over indulgence has begun


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