After the low spark of the <br />crackling <br />fuzzy <br />red electric guitar <br />faded to black <br />somewhere around 6 a.m. <br />during the weekend <br /> <br />After the Loritabs, alcohol and nicotine <br />had worn off <br /> <br />And the wisteria was just a <br />dusty, light purple memory <br /> <br />I came crashing back to earth <br />all broken again <br /> <br />and <br /> <br />I'm beginning not to <br />give a damn <br />anymore.<br /><br />Jeffrey Philip Clegg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aftermath-7/
