Coma Chameleon

You come and go

Boozy cloud

Fumble 'round

Hit the alarm

Knock it down

Try to groan

Try to shout

Just can't seem to get it out

There's a haze

Of greens and greys

It permeates

The entire space

It's in my hair and on my face

No, wait...

I shaved my head.

My guitar, Elaine

Lays there in pain

The strain is plain

She's been played in twain

And spanked with canes

Through the refrains

She won't complain

She loves it

All my clothes

And some of those that I suppose

Might not be

Are here and there

And there, and here

A trail to tell where went me.

I follow them to messy end

There, beside the door

My socks and shoes stood end on end

I've no idea what for.

I stood confused

At why my shoes

Might be set like that

And while I pondered this debacle

That's when I saw my hat.

Inside out and upside down

And beaten half to death

I shook my head

"Oh well." I said.

And went right back to bed.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Being the type to do structured rhymes myself, I always admire those who can toss in a little rhyme here & there without any need to make it habitual. I also admire your loose & whimsical way of throwing down a string of observations that are loosely connected & which paint a willy-nilly sensation of how it feels (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

:)
Yup! Random nonsense.
That's my specialty.
Thx! I didn't used to write in rhyme, but I find myself taken with it lately.

[Ana Papaya]

Rough morning, it sounds like. :)
Fun to read this stumbling about nonsense.
I don't know how Elaine puts up with you.

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

It's 'cause when I touch her, she sings.
She loves it. I told you.

Lol yeah, it was a long week. I crashed like a Brazilian soccer team in the Andes.
Unfortunately, I didn't have anyone to eat this morning, so I'm pretty hungry.
Lucky Brazilians...

[Ana Papaya]

You'll have to have eggs and bacon like the rest of us