“Nervous” by Daginne Aignend


What about last evening
Did I talk about my excessive triumphs,
then showed a whiff of a cuddly behavior,
because I also have some humanity in me

Did I sing out loud the classic Rock songs
‘Sweet child in time, oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine’
Swinging my hair as I stood on the table
That would explain the annoying pain in my neck

Did I stumble and broke my high heels
Normally I can’t even walk on these things
Passing out for a moment and then scream
‘Hey Guys, let’s party where’s my tequila’

My throbbing head tells me I drank too much
The mirror tells me I look like Alice Cooper
I might spit fire when I lighten my breath
All for a reason, I drank because I was nervous




Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock, fantasy books, is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She’s the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many poetry journals and anthologies. She has a fun project website www.daginne.com


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