Black Coffee, 2 packs of Cigarettes, Cold Sweat, Quantum Leap
Will today be a good day?
Is life worth living?

The answer bellows back at me
Soft and
Sharp and
Sordid; sinopia spilt and subsequently washed all over the page
Slithering out from beneath harrowed brush
Written in the hot breath fingerpaintings on frosted car windows
Dished out in massive, steaming vats
With ladles,
Too heavy to hold