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Drunk on a Monday Morning
Drunk on a Monday Morning
I am drunk
For the first time
Can't hardly think (that's grammatically incorrect)
But I can rhyme.
I love that guy
His name was
Thomas
He is 6 foot 6
With black
Hair and brown
-so brown brown brown brown
eyes.
I love him.
O faint joshes of
My heart's former
Demise.
He was wearing a red shirt
With white stripes.
They always do-
I am drunk. I love josh-thomas.
He is so lovely.
He was wearing a red shirt and white stripes.
He was 6 foot three.
Six.
He was 6 foot 6.
I know that because I asked.
I asked him. He shook my hand '
His hand was so BIG
He was so beautiful. He was sweet. And so so so so smart.
He came in my committee
Like three times.
I am so in love with him.
At first, I thought about him ' near me
He would be on top of me no matter where I go.
Because he
Is
Six four.
6'6.
He was so handsome.
I loved his hair.
It was
Slick and
Shiny.
I don't know his position
'on top of you' ' aww to be a youth.
But really.
He was so beautiful.
My friend thinks
She
Is a chicken.
For just a moment '
He was standing
On the
Side
Of
The
Dance floor Alone.
I loved him. I so love him.
He was lanky '
Save for
One
They all are the same.
And Thomas was different.
He was the
Josh
Of all
Joshes
If he was a Josh.
He said
NO.
Rejection pounded in my head. NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYESSSSSSSSSSYESSSSSSSSSSYEEEEESSSSSSSS
Yes. I say.
I love
Him
All 6 foot 6 of him! I asked him
I should
Know!
I told her ' the chicken '
Again
And again. 'He is beautiful'
Yes. So cute ' beautiful.
He was the sweetest boy in the world.
He just stood there
6 foot 6 .
Alone.
I stared at him from a distance,
Savoring ' no! ' loving his eyes. He was staring ' perfectly ' at the dance floor.
He was
Alone.
He stood apart from all the orgy porgy
Or the crowds.
Because he was
6 foot 6.
And I was
Not.
I was perfect and glad. Looking at John ' Thomas.
He was smart
Too.
For all of it ' till then ' I knew that he went to Harvard.
But he didn't.
He was an eleventh grader. Just like me.
And he was so sweet.
I shook his hand!
Well, really, he shook mine. He had black hair. His haircut was lovely. It was cut in a 90s way. Where he sort-off had bangs then a real haircut. Kind of greasy.
But so tall.
His expression was so sweet. I could just tell that
He was
Solving
Math problems.
I love him so much.
He was so sweet.
He told the chicken
That I am 'cute'.
Obviously he does not know me at all.
But I love him ' so Who cares?
I love
Him
Because when I saw him I liked him.
Later,
I told chicken
She grabbed me and ran up to him.
And
Asked him
Who he was
I did not hear
Him
He was so high up!
I was
So in love with him then
Now
Today
Was
Yesterday
On Sunday I loved
Thomas.
Then she introduced herself ' as chicken, of course
He saw me and shook my hand.
His hand was
BIG
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I like this poem a lot for a few reasons. While it obviously reveals the thoughts of a somewhat tipsy sixteen year old, it allows the reader an honest glimpse at the writer's (my) personality. For example, when I read this poem for the first time, I found it interesting how I associated "Thomas'" physical body with actual characteristics like vulnerability and wit.
Also, if I were to write the plot of this poem in the most simple way possible, the poem is quite romantic. Basically, it begins at a party, with a girl who sees a lonely boy who is standing awkwardly on the dance floor. As she watches him, she develops a pretty distorted yet romantic perspective on this boy. The girl sees all of his better qualities in contrast to his worse ones. She talks about rejection, a fallback for her, admittedly, yet at the end, she shakes his hand and (literally) perceives that his hand is big. So ultimately, the girl does gain some sort of happiness - she finally meets the lonely, awkward boy who she had been fantasizing or thinking about for a while before they met.
Finally, my favorite part of this poem is the way that the writer's (my) drunkenness really does come through in the language, forcing the reader to wonder whether or not she is a legitimate narrator.
For example, a chicken is mentioned, words are repeated and irrational feelings are felt (after just looking at this boy, the writer (I) am in love with "Thomas")- even Thomas' description as being greasy, lanky, and awkward, does not match up with the writer's (my) dramatized notion that he was handsome or beautiful.
Anyway, this is part of my take on this poem. I hope that you, the reader, analyze it (or not) and enjoy it.