The aftermath of some stellar wine, insightful conversation and deconstruction of The Life of Pi. And ironically, between the ghosts of red wine and the press of not enough sleep, my mind opened to disgorge multiple poems. This is the second of the hangover poems.
The alliteration makes this sing beautifully, but I’ll whisper it in case of headaches.
Gratefully it was just echoes of what might have been… delightfully downloaded into my head as I lay there waiting for the thumping howl of a headache. Instead it was just the spaced outness that comes with not enough sleep (which apparently is perfect for penning bazillions of poems!)
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