Mark Fraser: Day Two Hundred and Forty – Hanging Over

Posted on August 28, 2011 by

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::.. hangover ..::

A fifteen minute power shuffle
with ears ringing
and tinnitus tattooed on my drums
by the bass from the night before.
Covering up noise with noise
faded punk rock shapes
from last night
are relived in blaring stereo
on this aching journey
a minute at a time.

These harsh sounds
disturb the world
and shallow senses
with ten minutes left to go.
Beneath the bleary eyes
lies the sum of last night’s transgressions
which technically only ceased
four hours ago.

Sluggish.
Chased by a raincloud.
Fuzzy head.
Only five minutes really
before I get there.
(chords upon chords upon chords)
Every muscle aches
under the stinging gray shingles;
The sun is up there somewhere
but it simply hurts to look it in the eye.
(A drum beat which dances away
the alcohol before I get there).

Greetings belie a craggily voice;
too much singing, smoking and drinking
with not enough throat to go around.

Arrived to work under caffeine power.
I shiver with a taurine quiver
while my heart tries to punch out
the face of the night before,
delivering the knockout blow
to dehydrated senses
under the fluorescent white
referee in the ceiling.

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