With wine blipping on radar, atop the
Literary pushes, find Self short on breaths.
Little Kerouac, playing on opposite
Couch, more optimistic, cheery, careless
Than the writer can be. Repeating to
Self.. HONESTY. Thinking of calling in
2nite. But can’t. Need to work on lectures
For term’s rest. Well as next semester.
More “academic” writing. Deeper into
My professorhood. What I Set Self to
Do, senior year, high school. Not sure why
I told you that. But I’m alive this morning.
No nihilism. Yet. Focusing on reblended
Positivism. Mine. Hoping it works. Positively. 4me.