Last night's party, early next morning

Last night's party, early next morning

A Poem by Joshua Carl Cruz
"

It's, uh, an attempt at, uh, being funny...I guess

"
There's piss in the bed 
next to my best friend 
still snoring loudly over
the sound of my typing.
Beer cans and ashes 
stashed around my house. 
Last night's party, man...
Now, who's stout?
Who's lean?
Who's turn is it to clean?
Last night's arguing, stumbling, 
shouting about this or that.  
Everything turned to slumbering...
Everyone peacefully dreaming away...
Smiling mouths all gathered
on their collective face. 
Their softness of brow breaking
on sleep's turbulent waves.  
Afraid to say, I couldn't stay awake.
I fell under the spell of the Sandman's swell.  
Everything's a mess, but while the angels slept...
I swept, I mopped, I stalked from 
room to room like a burgler with a broom, 
and soon enough, but much too soon for me, 
my dreamers ceased to dream their furtive
dreams just as I had ceased to clean.
"I wonder what they have to eat?", 
a muttering, grumbling, rumbling speech 
at which point I screamed, "GET THE F**K 
OFF MY COUCH AND GET YOUR OWN GOD
DAMNED HOUSE!" then begrudgingly 
I went back to sleep. 

© 2017 Joshua Carl Cruz


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OMG this poem was hilarious! Just the first line had me hooked! Really loved it!

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Joshua Carl Cruz
Joshua Carl Cruz

Mexico City, D.F., Mexico



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