Morning After Poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

Morning After

Rating: 3.8


the sun shoots up
and explodes like a rocket
last night's tears
still damp in his pocket
hair looks like he
stuck his finger in a socket

but he don't bother to look for a comb

he kisses her
forehead but forgets her name
he can't remember
what he called out when he came
it wasn't 'i love you'
but sounded just the same

men say the dumbest shit when they're hip-deep in strange

he swallows like
a man who has no throat
and recalls a lousy
little poem he wrote
and scribbles it
down to her in a short note

before he scrapes together some change

he almost told
her he'd see her later
but didn't want
to sound like a traitor
his favourite beer
is in the refrigerator

and he needs a place he can call home

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetry Hound 09 March 2005

Hahaha. You are one crazy guy. This one wins best poem of the day.

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Goldy Locks 06 June 2007

musicforthemorningafter

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Ben No 18 April 2007

Again, I can really relate, but I'm not sure I should admit it. My girlfriend might find out and yell at me. I love 'hip-deep in strange', that's an ace line.

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Jeanette Krantz 23 February 2007

i give this an A..........

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Cj Heck 25 October 2005

Gritty, real. Well done. Warmest regards, CJ

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Uriah Hamilton 19 July 2005

I gave you another ten to continue the worthy appreciation of your work, but all this poetry can make you sad about being a human.

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