Hangin

Scenes of the night flash past vision, jarred from sleep.

Projecting a film of hysterics, rage, and stupidity.

Booze laden heavily on breath, the day continues. 

Mint paste absent, a putrid coat layers teeth.

Sporting clothes from the night before, walken out the door.

Nonchalant soles scrape concrete, pupils constricted.

Gurgling nausea burns and bubbles pits of stomach,

Creeping up esophagus, a tickly reminder of impending spew.

A duo of wobbly stilts rock body side to side.

 Corner station, lighter, and relief in sight,

A buzzed purchase brings forth blue lighter and sports drink,

Stumbling out the door, a bell chimes, intoxication apparent.

Hand digs in pocket retrieving oak capsule and metal cigarette,

The Sports drink untapped, bulging under tight, light-blue denim.

With a flick of a Bic flames spark, bringing sweet release.

Hanging no more under merry sunshine.