he wrote something
behind a paper coaster
folded it, threw it
my way

where are we going next?

no, no. i shook my head
i am not giving the next day
to a hangover
and a bad lay
I AM FEELING INSPIRED
i  can make tomorrow beautiful
cupping it carefully
in my hand
it is waiting to burst
and expand ...
...

tomorrow is now today
and I am in bed
sheets over my head
although it’s 6 p.m.
i was good
and went home last night
but i cannot escape the
sickness of my mind
this creature,
unable to breathe
in fresh waters
preferring the swamps
of the heart,
reminds me
there is always
tonight

start over

it is time

to shower,
pick up the beer,
there’s a handsome
man who lives
down the street
from here