Cadillac earrings dangle from pretentious ears. Late night talk shows run overly anxious parodies where the latest talk of the town, no matter who or what, is exposed in a humorous light.
Tonight I am on to you and feeling the full effects of five days. TV eyes welcome Norm into my room twice a night, back to back, but I am still not mindless, I have yet to accomplish my goal. A refill has calmed my nerves, but I’m already guilty of over-indulgence, and to be honest, I don’t want to become numb to you. Sleep is closing in, but I don’t want sleep, I just need it. Need to be rested. Need to be alert and ready for a long day, busy with you nestled in the back of my mind.
Just a state or two away, where I’ve been through and then back again, remains the remains of my eternal itch, abandoned and forgotten by the side of the road.