Hungover!!!

A party that went on
close to the dawn
Sandy turned 16
Thanks!

I sit here on the 9th floor
hunched over in the same black T-ees
still pretending to be
working
some damned audacity.

At 37,
my brain cells eaten
away by
life.

Rows of books
in front of me,
I scratch my messy
hair
and search for the
words.

I mince back again
over the various debris
thinking,
maybe I'll work tonight,
Deadlines,
some seem
to be closing in

my hands sink into the
keyboard
of my
Pandora machine,

I can't let
go, I tell

sitting here
on this on the 9th floor
hunched over in the same black T-ees
still pretending to be
working