call it a day

 
i've
been thinking bout
ghost hands
in the early hours of
rainy mornings

(rushing past yield signs with abandon)

and staying in bed all day
or at least until i can
come up with
a better way to
delay inevitabilities
besides two aspirin
every 4-6 hours
for a damned proverbial headache

(would have brought us here anyway)



all roads lead to;


but (honey) the ride sure
felt nice.