Coffee in-cook. Watching Little Kerouac.
Today, all pen2paper. Verse, in each hour
Slice. Sounds nice, surviving from collection.
Waiting for voyage tickets. Know I paid for
Them, but they haven’t arrived. Want the
Day off. Need it, more so.

He rearranged toys in patterns he rediscovers
Seconds after. Wish I breathed that quality.

12:21p – Hours, each a slug, seducing me2scribble. This
Book, has to be done. Notebook dreaming,
Me alwayz– different vintage in glass,
Pen. Drops in concert with concern.