january.

wearing your heart
on your sleeve,
is better suited to fall
the trees still
have some leaves
it's not really cold at all.

but you waited till
winter, silly.
all slushy, bitter & raw
now that heart is
exposed and chilly,
and will take more
than bourbon to thaw.

wednesday.

what a riveting powerpoint.
no, really - it blew me away
with all that gorgeous clip art,
& each carefully crafted cliché

the chart on slide 7 was stunning
it left me yearning for more
be so kind as to send me a copy
so i can douse it in gasoline,
set it on fire,
then stomp it
into the floor.

makers rocks.

bourbon makes the
heart grow fonder
a well-documented
fact.

after a few,
your mind starts to wander
your common sense
hijacked.

your drunken fingers
start to ponder
texts with no wit
and less tact

it's fine to dream
about that idiot yonder
but for tomorrow's sake
try not to act.

home for the holidays.

la guardia. christmas.
gate 7C.
the air's full of
festive melancholy
and though
laden with
baggage
in hand
and in heart,
we've got
shoe removal
down to a serious art.

self-examination.

heartburn or heartache?
i can't quite decide
the red wine, the pâté
they scorch me inside
but the dumb
and the glum
also coincide
with whiskey,
spaghetti
and too much
swallowed pride.

6-7 pm.

meetings are murder
that kill in cold blood
with power trips
and powerpoints
wielded by duds.

brooklyn.

it's finally time to own up
to the fact
that i'm a grown up
and stop just living
like a jerk,

sure it seems fun
to act twenty-one
but admitting your'e old
has its perks:

there's fortune and fame
a respectable name
a house! and a spouse!
-- a career!

or maybe just the
knowledge
that i'm not a
fool in college:
i'm cooler,
and like better beer.