it's just another night
of writing,
and drinking tea,
except it isn't.
it's one of the most different
nights of my life.
sure, sir,
the Yankees are on,
and it's the post season,
and they are down
2 games to 1,
but it seems I can't be bothered.
yes, sir,
because of a girl
who gets me
and who got me
from the defensive front.
devils,
even the dishwasher doesn't work,
so I go by hands
and meditate while doing so,
and satisfy to inspiration.
and then the consequence
is love
like a dagger.