Poem: Fucking Coleridge
3 hours sleep and I’m in class listening to the ‘Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ and ‘Kubla Khan’ and so on and on…
and I’m drifting, softly drifting in and out
as she speaks
thinking of sleep and where I’d like to be
there are places other than this – for me
Three hours sleep a bad hair day – the worst – and a hangover that churns in my stomach, grinds in my h…
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