Go To

I pour myself

a big Think

–a double entendre
 
 

to compliment the

nuance

of complex

Mood

steaming before me…

After race,

Every bite

goes unwasted, and

I opt for funk

(instead)

an especially tall

order, and

one I thought

those that fate

forgot…

Weary-eyed, and floating,

welted ice against glass

—winks

a

visual?

that suits

to the

letter.