one shot of whiskey.

written over 300 poems and

there may be hundreds more to go.

I know what you're thinking-

but I'm not always one

for the drink..

It's difficult to write here in normal heights.

the air is foggy and these hardwood floors smell

like another lone-boy Thanksgiving day.

the people walk around here in their scarves with their small dogs.

nearby is a yoga studio, a pet store, a grooming store,

a pawn shop, a vet clinic, and a vegan restaurant.

the artists come out at night.

I've written poems elsewhere,

in different situations and in

different places.

I wrote a poem once inside my car in a parking lot

as a security guard circled around

with his flashing yellow lights.

I looked up and saw a beautiful girl

walking alone to her car,

and watched as she began to walk faster.

Sorry sweetheart. but you're not cute enough

for me to throw in the back of my trunk.