Head Full of Fog

26 Jun

Head full of fog
voice like a frog
dry eyes squinting at the sun

Breathing black smoke
sniffing white coke
two legs alone in king bed

An hour tranquil
a hot bath to chill
for a moment the heart feels warm

Then back in the game
every day is the same
Tomorrow, who knows, the end?

10 Responses to “Head Full of Fog”

  1. poets rally July 2, 2011 at 5:06 PM #

    lovely word play.
    thanks for sharing….


  2. Jingle July 4, 2011 at 1:54 AM #

    fun word play,
    enjoyed the imagery.

    happy rally.



  3. mindlovemisery July 4, 2011 at 7:52 AM #

    Reading the poem it feels soft but the message inside is gritty and grim. Beautifully done!


    • graasky July 4, 2011 at 9:07 PM #

      this means a lot when it comes from someone who writes as well as you do yourself. “What we’ve become” is raw and dark. I recognize the despair. Thanks so much for sharing.


  4. lonelyyorkshireman July 4, 2011 at 9:54 AM #

    It sounds like every day when I was studying art. Awesome!


    • graasky July 4, 2011 at 9:02 PM #

      Ghost in the shell… would be awesome to hear you express in your poetry how you felt back then, if it´s still accessible. I really like your work. You write beautifully and with such emotion. In the Final Week stabbed my heart in recognition.


  5. Jingle July 4, 2011 at 9:55 PM #

    very beautiful imagery.
    have fun in the rally.


    • graasky July 5, 2011 at 7:43 AM #

      Thanks very much Jingle, I appreciate it. And one day before your candle burns out it will be clear who your real friends are. Best of thoughts to you. And a happy rally to you too of course.


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