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Blinded By The Light
JPC (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

Blinded By The Light

Poem By Jeffrey Philip Clegg

I wake up on the side of the road
I have no idea how I got here

My head feels like a lead zeppelin
My pants are soaked in piss
My shirt is plastered to my chest with vomit
My lungs are still smoking
I reek of cheap alcohol

Was I with a stripper last night
or was that last year?

I look up at the golden sky
The song White Bird is soaring
through my mind
and I think:

It's a beautiful day...

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Comments (3)

This is one you refused to review during your self imposed exile on that 'other web site'.
Good God! I hope this is fiction....Good one, Putzy!
This is full striking imagery.