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The Morning After

Cursed that eve as daylight waned, frivolity danced in the lane - my young mind was half insane partaking of the juniper. She kissed me - I danced with her, the berry of the conifer until the room was all a blur, so dizzy as I spun. A race begun that can't be won - blind pursuit of too much fun, painful light of morning sun - the payback of the gin. Can't remember where I've been, paying now for last night's sins - tsunami rolls with sick chagrin and drowns the morning after. A college memoire---1970

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Connie Pachecho

Date: 12/27/2017 8:29:00 PM

this is the type of poem i read 3-4 times, in succession, absorbing every word, because it was that interesting and good. there's a few pointers (juxtaposition ?) i picked up here, thanks.

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/30/2017 3:29:00 PM

Connie, Thanks, very kind of you!

Caycay Jennings

Date: 12/27/2017 6:12:00 PM

So, you did college right? Worshiped the porcelain! Ergh, I hate that feeling! Not a good drinker. But I love the inebriated waltz you just took me on, it was just perfect in rhyme and length to entertain and delight me. A joy to read, Craig. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/27/2017 6:46:00 PM

LOL--thxCayCay---otherwise known as driving the porcelain G reyhound---8-)

Arturo Michael

Date: 12/27/2017 5:03:00 PM

Night fun morning disaster... but in the end happily ever after... Thank God...All the best Craig

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/30/2017 3:30:00 PM

8-) So far Arturo--THX!