a chicago thought... finally

we held court on halsted
an organized chaos
last call meant the first call
for a new location
a destination
but really just
an extension of the journey
into a sammy davis
state of mind
i smile
as she dances
amongst the streetlights
and we contemplate
how to kiss the skyline
and moonlight
tis a long way to ashland
from here
but time can stand still
a moment of freeze
frame worth
throwing in a picture frame
somewhere down the line
and reminisce on how
this city
like a
love long lost
was once mine

i am...

too tired to think
too lazy to create
too pissed to progress
too stressed to sigh
dealing with the continual death
of my laptop battery
is the level of my tragedy
thankfully...