something I’m working on…..

“…Tiring.. should I get a coffee for the road or drink that new stuff at work, what the chef brought down..?  I don’t KNOW, like Jackie says..

And I want to leave suddenly, too many people around me unable to concentrate and I feel my nerves agitate and I blame the coffee.. 4 shots.. why did I do that?  Feel my rhythm and Beat prompted by old age and baby 2 coming, transparent candor, my pages tussle with each other, novel civil way, or war, if it’s a novel, who knows what it is, an espresso-prompted deluge or avalanche or self-centered cyclone.  Yeah that sounds better, get that, get into my head and obviating in my whim-wheeled riles, syllables conveniently prostituted.. nice….”