My keyboard is the tenth shot of Jaeger –
It always releases everything.
Every thought, Every emotion,
Every antiquated self-notion.
The screen is my 2:00 am cab driver;
The recorder of my unbridled thoughts,
The noble truth keeper of my triumphs,
And the shoulder to which I always fry.
The past is my small Sunday hangover:
Slight yet somber, aggressive with whimsy:
A chronicle of a night spent with me.