It was

one of those afternoons


Wake up in the bathtub;

head throbbing

wearing a T-shirt

and only one sock


slowly creeping out

of the bathroom—

the missing sock recovered

hanging off the TV


your knickers

are on the stove


and ironically,

you spy

a bottle of Hair of the Dog Fred


on the coffee table


If ever there was

a sign from God

this is it


So what 

are you gonna

do about it?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's been awhile but my past does like to haunt my dreams

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My days were filled with interesting anecdotes :0 slc



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there are treasures to be

there are treasures to be found among the mundane