I'm not sure why I've cleared the decks of obligation to publicize what I write. Got to be something more than well shit, no one takes interest anyway.
I've licked the cup of the coffee I drank.
New to language is not as
easy as it sounds. Look how long
a line takes, a countdown
100 top tunes of 2016. Number seventy.
I've wiped the birth from my fever.
I've driven truck and a case of water, sure.
Whatever it takes to stretch in the Yucatan
hint: sun. That's where you'll find me or me you.
And the toast I offer tonight says
may you take and be taken by the best in '17.