I puke alone,
It gushes out
Bitter bits and dribbles
Spattering on the floor.
Squirms and contractions,
Long dry heaves
Then liquid the color of molding leaves.
I puke alone.
Ah, to have another to puke with
To have the vomit spew forth in twin streams
That twirl and mix, plop and splash
To see your partner had supped on corned-beef hash
Mouth-to-mouth regurgitation, you can't do it over the phone
But I puke alone.
I see green beans, spaghetti
Curdled milk, sotted bread
But I may as well be dead
For no excitement there is
To puke alone.