Poetry

Dead

I wake up

to the disappointment

that I am still alive

anything could have happened to me

during my drunken sleep

aliens could have abducted me

bandits could have slit my throat in the wee hours

but no

here I am still

making a mockery of being alive

making life longer

consuming

letching

at young women

hoping upon hope I could eat my breakfast off it

oogling butts.

So you see just that second before I wake

I truly, truly believe I could be dead

                                                                                ~ Marc Carver

                                                                                   Basingstoke, UK

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