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I felt a bright light one drunk night.

New Year's Eve, 2006 and...

All I wanted was a pop-tart!

The metal fork feels hot.

When tangling with a toaster coil.

OOooOoOOOOoo-weeeee!

I am smoking!

Stink of burnt hair,

mouth stuffed of copper cotton balls.

That is the last time I kiss lightning.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In a workshop I attend on a monthly basis, the teachers were talking about the senses and somewhere along the line- taste and light came up.  I said i can tell you what it taste like, then sat down to write this poem.

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