The gin was conspicuously strewn across the room
leaving no chair free to sit on
The lice on my skull squirmed
thirsty for something else than blood and dandruff
I picked up the ripped bathrobe
soaked with milk and cornflakes
Sirens in the distance
Time to leave
The poets will be here soon
Written for #NaPoWriMo day 18. Using the prompt where you go to the nearest book and pick ten words from page 29 that attract your eye, and the use 7 of them for a poem. I ended up with 8. The book was Ask the dust from John Fante.
May I add that if you like poetry, John Fante is a writer you should really check out? His sentences are incredible.