POEM: Friday Night

Friday night

I was drunk on
sauvignon

writing
triolets

my note-
pad slanting
to catch
the lamp-
light

For a moment
closing
my eyes

I woke
as the dawn
was putting on
its clothes

From my new collection of poems and drawings, Plumstuff.

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