To You It Best Concerns

(valentine’s not over ever)

Sleepy…

Hungry…

Can’t find the bed;

Orphaned

What‘s left

of my Bananas Foster…


Sleepless…

Fed vexed-Up…

It’s not the shut eye I want

Nor 2 a.m. Diner

Sure sticky sprayed pan

Cakes…


Nope.

No. Nah.

But Your ‘Cafe WHA’,

IS what gives me LIFE

No sleep no food

‘Juss’ Your juice,

My dear,

Props me up.