bleary-eyed,
on coffee, downers, and opioids:
I.M.ing with friends across the globe
and a likely bride in Thailand,
eating gourmet Italian T.V. dinners
with handfuls of vitamins and fish-oil capsules,
ransacking digital newspapers,
practicing my tennis swings under bright small-town stars,
writing poems of life, love, and art
and sending them off to the e-ideas market
If I could sleep, maybe I would
but my brain's said !!no!!
so it's understood,
that till morning and Apollo's light,
I'll live like a fiend
and "seize the night"
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