Punch Drunk (poem)

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Submitted: December 31, 2011

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Written By Glenn McCrary & Jacqueline Webb

 

 

Dusk settled,

Yawning,

On a Wednesday evening---

 

 

Myself just awakening.

 

 

Silently,

 

My bones,

Groused,

Screamed in protest.

 

My body declaring,

“You were not made for such hibernation!”

My mind shrugging off such accusations,

As I made my way,

Like the restless dead

Into a bar.

 

Entering the smoky dive,

I spy a lady----

An agate portrait of a temptress,

Graces my eyes

(The silver screen which I view my world)

Makes me instantly smitten.

 

Indeed! Such a lovely spectacle this vision!

A yearning to fill the meaningless void stirs;

Punch drunk by a state of awe,

I shuffle my feet in her direction.

 

We talk.

Discussed ourselves.

The pettiness of others;

The greatness of each other---

Was all that was on our minds.

 

Destiny!----

To have met on a Wednesday,

When the rest of civilization sleeps

And forgets of the nights delicacies. . . .

 

 

 

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