PSA: Rain

Attention moron drivers of the world:

If it is raining so hard that you can’t tell where the horizon between the gray sky and gray bay is

or where the tire-clouds of kicked up rain mist end and the actual cars begin

and it seems like God might be reconsidering that whole promise not to drown us like rats again

please- turn your damned headlights on. The end.

Late

When it gets late enough

the bars spit out the lingerers

too blitzed to count their fingerers

swaying on corners dodging cars

watching the street lights spin into the stars

experiencing a profound moment of existentialism

that’s just as swiftly forgotten

Apparently I totally gapped on last week’s poll, so here it is!