Unwiped porcelain graces my cheek
as I sigh in a cloud of welcomed stench.
Ambitions hurl and boasts splash
as I kneel on a carpet of surrender
framing a perfect image of shame.
Friends capture my sworn-off regrets,
betraying our sacred communion of self-deceit.
Happy not to be the first to fall,
they eagerly post the talisman to naively protect
their own nasty closeted sanctuaries.
–by Sabio Lantz, 9/8/12
- Prompt: dVerse assignment: symbolism
- Background: Together for a men’s-night of drinking at a buddy’s house sharing stories – a once every-three-years event: after too much, I am vomiting in the bathroom and those friends, laughing, snapped an smart-phone photo and sent it out. Next day, I was fine, their wives complained that they were hung over all day.