Evening 100: How Am I Still Up?

Good question. Probably just a refusal to submit to exhaustion. Nas said “Sleep is the cousin of death.” Agreed. So, I continue. Speaking of poetry, just scribbled some odd rimes. My focus on rime, unconventional connections therein, has intensified in recent days. This log/blog, with a focus on wine, yes, but more so a focus on life, on me. And so what? I love wine, I love writing more, and I love life even more, much more. They overlap. I’m forced to clap, elated. Poured the Barbara into the sink, but not before I shot more into my core. Lovely, the union of VJB and me.