Blurred and Distorted

Rays of light assault my eyes,
resisting the urge to open.
The sounds I hear within my head
are slow to comprehend.

The rustle of leaves against a breeze
that flows across my skin,
the scent of earth that fills my nostrils
reinforces the need to wake.

Eyes open, but do not see,
colors blurred and distorted.
Kaleidoscopes of florescent green,
makes me sick to my stomach.

Birds fly much like people drive,
with the impatience of motion.
From the ground my world spins full
three hundred and sixty degrees.

Bent and curled unable to rise
with legs made of rubber,
on the lawn is where I stay
suffering alcoholic blunder.