Ode To The Hungover Man

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You stumbling, shambling man

You dry mouthed, sore headed warrior

Memory, recent but impossible to grasp taunts you

Did you say that?

Did you mean that?

Did you really drink that?

Though the haze bacon and caffeine ring clear

Safe harbours in the chemical storm of your own making

The throbbing of your head plays the beat of a song that takes you back

To laughter and dancing and glorious abandon

A kiss

Her smile

You smile

Your stomach wrenches you back to the present as it somersaults

After relief and more shambling, you cocoon yourself

A survivor and liver of life

“Here’s to the next time” your mind mumbles

As you flee to sleep once more

5 thoughts on “Ode To The Hungover Man”

  1. Natalie Swift

    Haha, this was such a delightful read! ❤
    No matter what the subject, you've managed to create something elegant and dare I say, eloquent out of it…
    Never in my life did I think I'd say that hangovers were poetic but here I am
    Looking forward to reading more from you, Adam!

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    1. adambennell Post author

      Thanks very much for the kind words Natalie! They are very much appreciated! That’s one of the things I love about poetry and indeed writing in general is finding the beauty and elegance of the most surprising situations through language.

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      2. Natalie Swift

        Exactly, I completely agree.
        There’s nothing quite like it; seeing the world through a writer’s lenses.
        You’re welcome, Adam! ❤

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