Mike Snape – Hangover

Hangover

Winter morning passes
slowly round my vacuum
whilst I stare

supine, hung over
at clouds chasing each other
across a pale sky.

My thoughts hazy soup
that steams as it is served;
fragments of insight

scalding eager lips
that have perhaps drunk their fill
of this sort of thing.

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