Nuclear Seas

 

Oh no what have I done?

Seems that I have dispatched everyone.

Now it’s just me,

my pale horse,

and the red haze

of nuclear seas.

 

I was at a party,

the drinks were flowing.

Really got the blood going.

All splattered over the floor.

I danced until four.

After that it's all a blur,

snippets of memory stir.

Images mixed

with melancholy.

Did I ride on a rocket,

as it flew through the air?

Oh, I think in despair

what did I do last night?

 

I wrack my brain.

Through the growing

nagging hangover pain.

I remember. Blinding flashes.

I remember. A sound like thunder crashes.

I remember.

I dismembered a scarecrow

whilst wearing a traffic cone.

I got lost somewhere on the way home.

Fell asleep in a bus shelter.

Aching neck bones,

I’m all off kilter.

 

I think there was a fight,

hugged too many passers-by.

I cried that I wanted to die.

I told anyone that would listen

that I loved them.

As I held my scythe gingerly.

Ate a kebab,

then threw it up in again.

I remember. Blinding flashes

A skeletal silhouette

against mushroom cloud.

Scythe held aloft.

my voice slurring too loud.

 

I am never drinking again,

there are no pubs that remain.

My stomach is still churning.

Now I'll just walk

these dead scorched plains.

Just me,

my pale horse,

and the burning red haze

of nuclear seas.

 

 

 

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