Friday, 22 November 2013

drunk tree (fall hard)

Woke up in the witching hour with the imprint of house keys on my cheek.
Parched, famished and roasting – I tripped over to the freezer to retrieve a pre-frozen Nalgene. 

And on the stumble back, a gorgeous assortment of takeout meets me. A true rarity in the bush. Feta and bacon pizza w/ onion rings; a bottle of chili sauce. I'm rich.

Dawn breaks and I assess the level of dust on my person..
Testing my limbs, taking in a few choice bruises.
In possession of a pernicious hangover.
Opted to forgo pain relievers; I think this one I deserve.

Evidence of an evening well spent.
And punishment for the drunk texts shot off to the south last night.