Teehee Teehee

A basket of fries with crumpled wax paper below
spilled onto my lap as I gamed away
through my fingers to a console to me through a screen
a conversation never fully had for alteration too long traveled.
Bourbon-infused philosophy of growth and time and distance
versus exploration and reach and understanding.

Bourbon Slumber is Quieter than the Urban Rumble

Sleep on, Mr. Bourbon Man. Sleep onto the spaceship floating here and there.
Wander in the dreams of pestering folklore, Sleep on, My Bourbon Man.
Awoken eyes glide down the Creek.
So go my Bourbon Bedtimes