Jeffrey Philip Clegg - Aftermath

After the low spark of the
crackling
fuzzy
red electric guitar
faded to black
somewhere around 6 a.m.
during the weekend

After the Loritabs, alcohol and nicotine
had worn off

And the wisteria was just a
dusty, light purple memory

I came crashing back to earth
all broken again

and

I'm beginning not to
give a damn
anymore.

Jeffrey Philip Clegg

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