The house fan
Is pulling
My kush incense
Through this tiny house
It's cool for summer
But it's night
And still humid
I've lost count
Of the beers I've had
While I wonder
What people are thinking
What lives they're living
What is the future even
And how long am I in it
Will I open tomorrow's door
And find more of the same
Crack another beer
Light some more incense
Or will there be
Lovely surprises
Diversions
Secret adventures
And some such
Hopefully also involving
Beer?