hangovers crave the sleepy state
to get up on their own good pace
scouring paths of escape
wrenching the guts
twisting through the mind.
graphic uncertainties,
nothing to work upon
rather kaleidoscopic dance
of dragged images, muddled,
ready to be swilled out.
One line taken is "scouring paths of escape" from imitation of life: The Big Come Down by Jemima von Schindelberg. Check out for more reads and the rules here at Poetry Thursday.
