My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Lungs

I woke up the next morning,

mouthful of strong cigarettes and bad whisky.

My lungs felt like lead weights.

I coughed;

it sounded like Tom Waits, singing in the gutter,

so I knew there was hope.

Posted in Free verse, morning, words and tagged alcohol, cigarettes, morning, poem, poetry, Tom Waits, whisky, words

5 thoughts on “Lungs”

Jaya Avendel on February 24, 2022 at 9:50 pm said:

The imagery takes an unexpected turn as it nears the end; the metaphorical guitar drew me into the scene for a poignant experience I love!

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- Christopher Farley on February 25, 2022 at 12:11 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Jaya. I appreciate that.
  
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- Christopher Farley on January 8, 2023 at 10:26 am said:
  
  I’ve no idea why this has been marked up now after 11 months but thank you Jaya.
  
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Valentina Soriente on February 25, 2022 at 4:42 pm said:

🤣🤣🔝🔝🔝 bravo Amore

Inviato da iPhone

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- Christopher Farley on January 8, 2023 at 6:52 pm said:
  
  Grazie Amore 😘😘😘
  
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