I am even over dive bar poems.
I want
post basketball weed and espresso.
I want
a new book
and the Yankees on in the background.
I don't even care if they win.
I am into Michelle Wolf
and cookies are coming,
so let's see where this kismet kills me.
Christmas is 100 days away.
Simple afternoons
that drift seamlessly
into easy evenings...
I won't use up all my wishes
turning jetskis into gold.
I am too old to give a shit,
but still young enough
to seek peace.