Thursday, October 16, 2008

Maybe we should just get drunk and play chicken with a train...

inconvenienced, irritated, irate
major melt down to the nth degree
will i ever get home?
vodka with OJ, vodka with cranberry, vodka straight
buzzed, elated, invincible
how did I get here?
uneven ground, steel rails, faint vibrations in the ground
dancing, laughing, singing aloud
I'm sure I heard it coming, but ignored it...
now I am mesmerized by the light.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cool, I love a drinking poem and this one rocks along like the train coming, or is that the hangover?

Queen of the Universe said...

I suppose I should be glad that you didn't post that ENTIRE textversation...LOL

UGH. Another day, another dollar.