the vomit part 817

I'd been drinking
with a scotch girl
canadian club
reserve
shooting shots
with miller
high life
the drunk was
warm and suttle
tim and eric
and mr show
good company
and a black lab
named bean
I was picked up around
midnight and passed
out with a friend
at 4:49 am I awoke
and thought I would
type some more
I cracked open
another beer
and took a
big chug
upon swallowing
my mouth began
to water
oh shit
the water closet
divides two
bedrooms and
this one felt
wretched
I opened the
front door
and the dew
was heavy on
the cars in
the street
and cement
sidewalks
which made them
glisten
I walked to the
side of the porch
and put my hands down
flat on pseudo marble
stone
the first heave was still
cold
the second five eruptions
were liquid and tasted
of cheap bourbon
the only sounds I heard
were of me gasping for
air after each
spew
and the humm of
tires passing by
on the freeway
a hundred yards away
i came in washed my mouth
out and crawled back
in bed