poem about the affect of life misdirected.



Morning Sickness

Morning sickness is
a sip of vodka
well chilled and ready for
a thirsty mouth full of
the bitter taste
of pure loneliness
a light breakfast
and the heavy scent
of a cigar
a blend of love and hate
drunk with self importance
splashed with
the vomit of old memories
bringing on all
the effects of morning sickness.



Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-07 at 14:16

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep not pretty but hopefully a one time event to be learned from?!
2015-10-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
To sip from the cup of human kindness , can be sweeter.
Ken D ;) :)
2015-10-07