Lisa La Tourette-Pershan on the Other Side of the
Hangover Monday Blues
Suicide hangs in the air
A fat, rain-filled cloud;
Dirty orange sun, vain & ugly
Tears through tattered curtains
Covered in piss yellow
Nicotine stains,
Antique cancer,
Crawling up & into
What was once a delicate white.
Smoke lolls & dips,
Dances sultry;
My ever-present veil
Like the ones widows wear,
To hide my nickel & dime eyes.
Bottles clink-clanking
In dismay, disgruntled,
As they huddle together
On the bedroom floor;
Ashtrays filled with cigarette butts
Like discarded bones...
I pull up the blankets,
Blocking out the ignorant sunshine,
Slip back into the
Safe & easy confines
Of night.
© Copyright Lisa LaTourette-Pershan 2004