makeshift evenings

i got home about an hour ago. took the F to the D to the M to brooklyn and popped by the corner bodega to pick up a few duece duece's of ol e before i crashed the palace. swallowed a couple xanax almost immediatly after i opened the door. didnt even wait to down em with the brew, just sipped the left over scotch and soda sitting wasted on my coffee table. i rolled and then i smoked a spliff. cracked a 22 and waited to see what would happen next.
nothing yet.
i bet the evening gets lucid. ill be swaying between inspiration and a comfy couch. each thought will be a gentle explosion and ill start. ill start. ill start i swear ill start. the rain will galvanize me into action. each car swishing past my window will add to the dialog. oh yeah. im gonna start.
ill start alright.