Aftermath

After the low spark of the
crackling
fuzzy
red electric guitar
faded to black
somewhere around 6 a.m.
during the weekend

After the Loritabs, alcohol and nicotine
had worn off

And the wisteria was just a
dusty, light purple memory

I came crashing back to earth
all broken again

and

I'm beginning not to
give a damn
anymore.

by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Comments (2)

like the poem, its funny how some things come about, im taking loratabs, for pain also it seems that my moods have more problems, meaning mood swings in the am
Hey Putz! I liked this one, a lot! But you knew that. I liked the lines about wisteria and the last stanza. Good work! :)