“A Sensible Choice at 6:29 PM”
 
All I wanted was to let my madness
dance on the blank page,
but I had unclog my toilet,
deshell the eggs I boiled for my lunch
for the next three days,
brew some decaf coffee (a sensible
choice at 6:29 PM), and smile
at remembering my friend complaining
about the drunks at the mall
on a Tuesday morning,
wondering what was wrong with them
and thinking I must have been joking
when I told him they just understood
life better than most.