Derailed

[LorettaYoung]

Been juggling the bones of this too long.


Derailed

A morning stretch,
through malaise,
hung over,
recounting:

a derailed night,
spent wading,
in deep brown eyes,
bottomless stout
and chocolate fountains.

I lost my train of thought,
at least
three
stops
before that dark decadence.

Somewhere in that dark,
I lost my train of thought.

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Hi Tiger: I like the feeling of malaise that runs throughout the poem; a consistent tone. I ask why you state you lost you train of through before and during dark decadence. Best Loretta