Out cold (another excerpt from my 1st draft)

And then the others have to step back,
To avoid a collision,
As X topples forward,
Dissecting two stools with military precision.
Face down,
Smack.
His story only partly told,
And the mystery man already out cold,
His left cheek,
Stuck to the sticky beer floor,
Sticky beer coating his now sticky beer jaw.
“Oof,” says The Whiz Kid,
With an understated exhalation.
He looks round at the others,
Expecting further exclamation,
Yet all just stare without sound,
At the figure before them,
Crumpled,
Unconscious,
And stuck to the ground.

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5 thoughts on “Out cold (another excerpt from my 1st draft)

  1. beautifulorange Post author

    I know… it feels kind of pretentious just using the phrase ‘novel in free verse’. But that’s what it is. I really appreciate your comments – thanks. I’ll keep posting excerpts so feel free to come back and tell me if I’m losing it!

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