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The Morning Man and Saturday.

Jun 9, 2008, 6:25:17 PM by ~Rancid-Pen
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The Morning Man streams through the dingy window, harsh on my skin.
I can see him through my eyelids.  He is always to early.
My eyes caked with last nights pretty face.  Lady Danger smeared down my cheek.
Sore legs lead to sore arms.  Hose cling damp to my 11 am shadow.  Sequence dress hangs freely on the hamper, right where I left it.  My throat tired from a night of drinking, screaming, and smoking.  High-heels probably not the best option for footwear.  My red, raw skin blistered in symmetrical diamonds.  Sitting up.  More of a thought than a task.  How shall I defeat the headache this week?  Hangovers are one hell of a bitch.
Damn that Morning Man.
Damn Saturday afternoons.

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I can see him through my eyelids.  He is always to early.
My eyes caked with last nights pretty face.  Lady Danger smeared down my cheek.
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!sarolly140 Jun 3, 2008

Hey, I loved your "Idiot" poem, it was really great.

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On days such as this, I prefer not to think about how awful my pants are riding up and possibly focus more on the fact that no matter where you are or what you're doing someone can always see you. So I guess I'll have to wait a while to pull that wedgie.

~Rancid-Pen Jun 3, 2008

Thank you very much.

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