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Ten vodka bottles line her window ledge
at various stages of emptiness.
A report of some sort clings to each neck
measuring degrees of drunkenness.
She studies alone, these experiments
must be free from external influence.
Last night she finally drank to the dregs
and threw her conclusions up over the bed.
This morning she's doubting the evidence;
scientific research has gone to her head.
<Deleted User> (9186)
Mon 4th Apr 2011 21:12
Common and often true view of student life - I think the young woman you refer to is quite possibly my Doctor - Funny and well written..
Fantastic, great wit and such tight writing.
Good poem. I like the way the subject of the poem mixes a cold analytical part of her brain with the bit that "lets rip". Maybe you've summed up what being a student these days involves? (It was half a cider in my day!)
lol love it hun xx
<Deleted User> (7789)
Tue 29th Mar 2011 12:31
Whether anyone actually does that, i.e. has various bottles lined up in different stages of emptiness, it's a pretty good image of mental and physical disorder...
I like the regular rhythm and structure, too!
Philipos
Mon 28th Mar 2011 14:22
Hi Ray - fascinating study about the ongoing effects of alcohol - entices the reader in wanting to know more about the person and the purpose - or is this just a typical student having bad hair day
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Amy Houston
Wed 20th Jul 2011 21:19
Like this Ray. going to show a few of my student friends. Will send you feedback. I have a feeling they will enjoy this.