Tuesday, February 10, 2009

And the way things are
with repeated walks
at one in the morning
with cups of coffee
and peanut butter
chocolate
rice crispy donuts
and stolen snapshots
and seatbelts
but no place to buckle them
with a tv
you beat with a broom
to watch double vision
late night humor.

Sometimes
you begin to think
that things are going
to be good again.