The rain has begun to slow
The streets glimmer in light from the city above
Almost as if two cities —
One atop the other;
Both rave of mayhem
It’s Saturday night
Who am I to complain of the inevitable weekly occurrence
As if clockwork?
Though,
If I must,
Who’s to blame for the wakeful doze
[Or lack thereof]
That I have come to encounter?
Dinner was closer to breakfast
As it showed itself as oatmeal and tea
And damn those who thought it a good idea to have the caffeinated and decaffeinated appear so similar
