what will the night be
i have two beers left in one can
one bud rolled
one seed planted
two ways to approach this:
go to sleep,
or profoundly seek
answers. Close eyes ,
or reach deeper,
until
deeper is down and my two beers
empty the one can.
the bud no longer creeps in my skull.
so now,
I am slitted eyed weary of
becoming
of the normal.
punching
that clock.