Haze

Too many late nights!

Yesterdays poetry

coats my mouth,

thick and dry

like on a morning after

too much

beer and whisky.

 

I try to remember

where the words

came from,

how they spilt

from my pen

over the wet

pages,

but recall

is sparse.

 

My head pounds,

filled with regret,

I am nauseous, tired

from another

late, late night.

 

Did I really

say those things,

or was it

false memory

from lack of sleep

and over stimulation?

 

But there they are,

those words,

in front of me,

staring at me,

guilty as hell.

 

I promised myself

that I would

not get so

intoxicated

again;

that I would not let myself,

drunk on emotion,

spew forth

so freely.

 

But now here I sit

simply staring

at the words

that seem so distant,

as though someone else

wrote them,

and once again

I pledge an oath

of abstinence

I know I dare not

keep.

 

06/08/19.

Author's Note

Reviews

[gram linski]

Grreat poem, John, most of my writing is writ by some other f****r while I am passed out in the street, waking up with a handful of ink stained toilet paper and regret

[John Alexander McFadyen]

S**t! You can afford toilet role. That will all change post Bexit! Cheers me fella!

[gram linski]

my toilet paper was stolen from the pub and there is a surplus of cheap toilet paper on ebay because of all the cancelled festivals, lol true fact

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Bum that's a bummer!

[gram linski]

Aye, very f*****g good,

[Cherrie]

The 12 steps rules of the pen, I say fall off the wagon and let the words flow, served neat.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah you are a risk taker then Cherrie! Many thank yous.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

That's how it I feel as a writer too.
After writing a poem, I would ask myself that where are this word really coming from, because by myself, I'm not eloquent enough but I realized that something that makes me me makes me write something out of me.
And this Me that is in me I guess will never let me stop writing, no matter how much I try.

Beautifully constructed, John.
I enjoyed your use of words.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I think many who write and have 'imposter' syndrome feel like this Kay. Keep writing as it is expression and communication and art. Many thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

There you have it. A man intoxicated with words. Suffering from a hangover the next day after a hard night writing. He says he isn't going to do it again but I don't believe him :) Super free verse.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I think many of us do it. Me less these days. When I was single I think I got three hours sleep a night then drove 54 miles to work each morning lol. Many thanks Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

When you are young the sky is the limit. You think you can do anything. Then you wake up to reality as you get older and know what your limits are :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and yet to me, this is a writing hangover....only from drinking in inspiration...and forgetting where we were the night before...as we were in that writing stupor...
love this.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed that Jacob, you nailed it again. many thank yous!

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

I really enjoyed this write, I just adored your opening stanza, Such vivid imagery, nicely written and done.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for stoppimg by Kescha.