The Return of Creativity

Sunny morning forty-four degrees,
"Ray of Light" on the radio at
eighty-seven in a fifty-five.

I think we're all going to live,
if only for a few more days.
If only for a few more seconds.

There's caffeine and Paxil,
car exhaust and Neutrogena
surging through my veins,

stumbling through my heart,
making my toes wiggle in my socks,
my fingers tingle, sweat as they steer.