my tequila vision weak and blurry
over many a shot that I did pour
becoming sotted, nearly napping
suddenly there came a snapping
of popcorn in a nuker tapping
against the microwave door
popcorn gently tapping
at my microwave door
tis a faulty bag, I muttered,
popping corn that's lightly buttered
contents popping against the door
--only popcorn and nothing more.
of popping corn down the hall;
As each kernel burst upon the door
Eagerly I grabbed a bowl;
– my former roommates, bless her soul
From the cupboard down below –
below the microwave door —
Fill the bowl with surcease of popcorn –
in remembrance for the lost Lenore —
Fill the bowl from the micro
left by the co-ed named Lenore —
Nameless here nevermore.
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