by Steven J. Serafiani

get the notion to write, usually
after months of other affairs or
just being melted into the concrete jungle’s hazard lights. but I do
get this notion, that desirous to
write, usually with the right
mixture of whisky and.      weed.

but when it comes right down to
it, when this notion begins to
gestate, I end up sprawled on
my twin bed staring at a
ceiling fan, trying desirously to
catch a single stalled