vodka

it's gotta
be vodka

Finlandia™
on the rocks
with o.j.
a handful
of mixed nuts
sit here in
the corner
write your little poems
past midnight

              write til it hurts
              write til it doesn't
              write til the white
              is covered with blue
              write til those screwdrivers
              fuck your momentum
              write til you switch
              to beer,

     then

flop onto
the floor
with headphones
Sabbath, Zep
whatever
wait for dawn
know you won't see it
promise yourself
tomorrow
you'll start
earlier

on what
you never decide