Impromptu My intentions today are oddly singled out as soon as they return I have to get another hit. Like every time I'm in the bookstore it's back to the bathroom I go where somehow the wifešs sleeping. Awake in her somber she mentions something about taking out the trash & smoke, so I have one more drink bring out the bottles take another toke. Then back to books & onto the street for looks, where I find my friends especially, the old ones who no longer live but are alive in someone else's heart. In mine it's the usual whom to meet poets to greet & then by surprise it happens again. They motion back to the room he sticks the needle you wrap the balloon & by the look in my eyes swamps of Louisiana reside. next