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“Thought Divided”
He looked over
at the cheap clock
he kept on the
side table
by his chair
the same side
table
that his bottle
and glass
had been
sitting on
for the last
seven hours,
it was 3:11am
he was way past
drunk
so much so
that he found
himself
back where he
started
all those problems
he was trying to
drown
were thrown a
life preserver
somehow
before their combined
weight
could pull them
down and under
letting them dissipate
into the nothingness
of a alcohol induced
blackout
a temporary cage
he frequently used
to store things
he didn’t like facing,
the only major
drawback being
you never really knew
when you’d be able to
lure your problems in
or for how long
they would remain
quarantined
till they crawled
back out
to be standing
right in front
of you again,
he reaches over
and takes a drink
from his glass
but it’s no use
tonight
her face is still
in front of
all his conscious
thoughts
and the sole
subject
of any of his
random ones,
he had tried
everything he
could think of
to reformat his
brain
trying not to
leave a single
detail about her
intact
but the impression
she had made
on him was
way too deep
no matter
how often he
scrubbed his
thoughts
he couldn’t get
them clean,
he had a
regenerating
memory cell
that just keeps
dividing it’s self
in half
on a constant
quest
to fill up all
the empty space
in his mind
from strains of
that same thought
of her,
he wonders if
he’ll get any
sleep tonight
before the sun
comes on stage
and makes it’s
presence known,
he tilts the bottle
over the glass
one last time
takes one last
drink
and writes one
last line…
Tom Allen…06-13-2018…
He looked over
at the cheap clock
he kept on the
side table
by his chair
the same side
table
that his bottle
and glass
had been
sitting on
for the last
seven hours,
it was 3:11am
he was way past
drunk
so much so
that he found
himself
back where he
started
all those problems
he was trying to
drown
were thrown a
life preserver
somehow
before their combined
weight
could pull them
down and under
letting them dissipate
into the nothingness
of a alcohol induced
blackout
a temporary cage
he frequently used
to store things
he didn’t like facing,
the only major
drawback being
you never really knew
when you’d be able to
lure your problems in
or for how long
they would remain
quarantined
till they crawled
back out
to be standing
right in front
of you again,
he reaches over
and takes a drink
from his glass
but it’s no use
tonight
her face is still
in front of
all his conscious
thoughts
and the sole
subject
of any of his
random ones,
he had tried
everything he
could think of
to reformat his
brain
trying not to
leave a single
detail about her
intact
but the impression
she had made
on him was
way too deep
no matter
how often he
scrubbed his
thoughts
he couldn’t get
them clean,
he had a
regenerating
memory cell
that just keeps
dividing it’s self
in half
on a constant
quest
to fill up all
the empty space
in his mind
from strains of
that same thought
of her,
he wonders if
he’ll get any
sleep tonight
before the sun
comes on stage
and makes it’s
presence known,
he tilts the bottle
over the glass
one last time
takes one last
drink
and writes one
last line…
Tom Allen…06-13-2018…