Thursday Hangover~ by Martin Threlfall


My body feels like an old clique
Mopped up with the ash and coffee
Used to see off the egg yolk

My mind is a burnt out shell
Left cold and dissatisfied by an angry crowd
A wind scythes through a hair of light
The weak dry cells just finger around

And like the flu I’m cloudy
Pavement dull
No better than the needle torn gull
And even the man selling the newspapers has a point

Just trying to get through the hours on our toes
Trembling fingers we sweat from our pores

  ©Martin Threlfall 2012



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Martin Threlfall aka Slim, for the past four years he has been working on a screenplay for an action comedy movie. His dream is that one day he can give up his day job write full time for a living.

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4 thoughts on “Thursday Hangover~ by Martin Threlfall

  1. I must say I agree with Dangerous Linda and kudos to you for undertaking such a task feeling that bad! I like the line about your head feeling like an empty shell burned out by “an angry crowd” Martin; very descriptive!

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