for a ride home
to me downtown
from here on the river
where I dance alone

A taxi or my brother
passing by other
people may be watching
my feet tapping as I fall over

Between the two street lights
glaring what a sight
my drunk *** must be
tonight

swaying calling on poe
emerson thoreau
to stop and listen
I get it, i know

Rhythm and meter
are just for their
realms, Emily and Vicki
I just say I love both hers