The Hangover Poem by Alfred Ramos

A slice of the sun peeks over the hill
My eyelids are heavy from the night before
Rusty colored clouds dodge rays of sunlight
As my body relearns to live I feel so aching sore
I feel like I brought the night down on me
The shining stars so close fell upon me
The silver moon I could almost touch
The stale evening air became my crutch
The warmth that flashes through my window
Makes me want to bask in the sun all day
But the slightest movement of my muscles
Brings instant memories of what I tossed away
If the room would stop spinning
I could plant my feet on the floor
I said it once, I’ll say it again
I’ll never, never do this anymore
The birds are up and singing
But my head can’t digest the tune
Why do beautiful mornings seem to linger
When I wish it was already afternoon
There is nothing I can do or say
But the mirror tell the truth
If only my dreams could come true
I’d run and change in the first telephone booth
With my tongue tossed aside like a dirty tie
And my out of focus face a drag
With my roadmap eyes
I sneak a peek and wish not to brag
A spitting headache divides my get well plan
Between a nice cold beer,
Some tomato juice and Alka-Seltzer
Anything that will make my head clear