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The morning after a night before

Coloured lights shone right across the northen sky,
leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow
hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to rose pink,
saffron yellow to delicate primrose, pale green,
aquamarine to darkest indigo.

Great swathes and veils of colour scarfed the heavens,
rising and falling as light
seen through cascading curtains of water,
streamers shot out in great shifting beams
as if God had put him thumb across the sun.

But it was just the night sparking a clash
of memories from the night before
when things had been clearer
not quite so drunk
or having to worry about getting up for work.

Its the morning after the night before
nothing with common sense is up yet,
i shouldn't be either yesterday was P.O.E.T.S day
piss of early tomorrows Saturday
but I got it wrong, that's today.

So if i can get the hang of getting out of bed
trudging downstairs and pissing in a mug
drinking coffee from a polystyrene cup
sitting in an office with girls hardly dressed
then tonight i'll do it all over again.

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  • Skyra.

    ...I am unsure what to say about this write.
    Very well done... dirty... unclean and raw for you, no?

    hm.

    ...a new perspective from you.
    ...started with your typical amazing description and
    clear imagery...

    ...then faded.
    ...quickly.

    "streamers shot out in great shifting beams
    as if God had put him thumb across the sun"

    ...breathtaking.
    ...truly.

    ...you always manage to make me stand back...
    ...go over that one line...
    ...over and over.

    ...


    ...only you, Skyra.