Watching a movie.
What would we do?
If you were here tonight?
Would we stay up all night?
I just finished another book earlier today.
That was my sixth book in twenty days.
A famous Los Angeles author and poet wrote it.
Inspired, I wrote you a passage that progresses in length.
From one word, to ten, and back to one.
I can not rhyme to save my life.
Nevertheless, I am glad I can count.
I think of you and create.
A poem with no rhymes.
That only has lines.
I read Bukowski.