see who is standing behind you
when you come out of a stint in behavioral rehab.
live music, booze, cold beers, air conditioning,
and bathrooms with leopard print ceilings.
just finished playing basketball for about two hours.
night ball is my new favorite things,
aside from aggressively loud rock-n-roll.
I want to be good and I want to mean it,
but I fly by the seat of my pants too often.
literally and figuratively, the melody gives way to hell,
and only dimes can save my life, especially
these damn hot days that flirt with apopemptic tohubohu.