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The follow up of 3 days of drunken shannigans while following my favorite band around the state and attending my Great Grandmother's funeral at the end of the escapde. She rocked the Earth for 102 years.

 

Today my head aches

It’s like the palette of the beating hammer striking stone

I feel distant, like how clouds separate during a summer storm

Allowing the sun to finally break through opaque dreams

I was standing at a funeral earlier today

102 years old she was

I knew her my whole life

But I also feel like a complete stranger

Standing there

Introverted

Hungover

I like to wonder about the woman who lived 102 years

Every smile

Every tear

Every lover

…What happens when we pass?

But I’m not the only stranger here today

We are all strangers

All wanderers

Driven by some need

Brought together from one single seed

Today my head aches.

I think I’ll pour myself some more whiskey

Into the faded glassware

Nervously held

By my shaky nicotine ridden hand.

Reviews

Touching and personal, yet distant, whiskey will do that to you Kari!!! I like the part , "every smile, every tear, every lover" Yes we are all strangers, but still connected on some deeper unknown level. More Whiskey please!!

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This is amazing someone who writes from the soul, I like the poem, very well written with a taste of whiskey