sunglasses for breakfast
after a torrential whiskey night.
I haven't slept until 11am since 2007.
I hit the gym out of guilt,
trying to sweat it all out.
I just want to see what else I can see,
a New York dude, by way of Florida,
and now I got broken phone boredom
and I dodge the girl from the night before.
in the real muirs,
with confidence in hand,
I hope my days aren't done,
and so I eat lightning for lunch.