Green Aftershock

When the emerald eyes of Ireland were clocks ticking in the sky my brain was drowning in the sofa trashing against a tide Anxiety levels raised like a black mamba in the grass, her poison set a timer running to see how long I'd last As toes started to wiggle the heart thumped out its beats, memories of that night's gig were, for certain, incomplete Eyes had not yet opened to the horror which lay within until the smell of vomit found a path from the green waste paper bin An ashtray filled with worries sat beside a vase of wilted flowers I removed myself from the sofa and sank thirteen shots of powers