It's the end of my work week. Warm, humid, and a town filled with crazy drunkards. Or as I call them, job security.
As I was driving around near the time that the bars close, I began to reflect on what I had seen, smelled, heard, etc., throughout the night. And this list poem is a short recalling of the things that assaulted my senses in the first half of my shift tonight. The link isn't exactly what I was looking for, but the opening paragraph gives a good definition of list poetry.
What My Senses Sensed
What I Saw Tonight:
- drunks on bicycles
- puddles of puke
- arguing idiots
- putting up their dukes
What I Heard Tonight:
- yelling and screaming
- fireworks popping
- beer bottles breaking
- flower pots dropping
What I Smelled Tonight:
- lots of perfume
- burnt gunpowder
- sweat and anger
- and, I think, clam chowder
What I Tasted Tonight:
- ice cold water
- humid night air
- and occasional hints
- of little dog hair
What I Felt Tonight:
- sweat under armor
- cool breeze in my "hair"
- happy for my Friday
- and that my Baby will be here
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