Theme for Late Night Pizza

Warm and sweaty night, far into tomorrow,

There is an urge for familiarity and sustenance.

We hang off each other, stumble and

Laugh at much of nothing we will remember in the morning.

Cluster flies bombard street lights and

We try not to step on the cracks

Of the sidewalk, on which we’ve

Roamed like herds of buffalo countless times before.

I feel like I am carrying a fishbowl

In my belly, complete with

Dirty bile-tainted water and sushi I ate for lunch.

Gin and God knows what else

Compels this ship onward, but

Before we find our way. A call to

Action illuminates our eyes.

Open 24 hours and hot slices,

Like a few sporadic drops of water in a desert.

The perfect combination of ingredients.

Dough to soak up my bad choices.

Meat and grease, liking kissing

A lover is melting me into nothing.

Killing trees, I take entirely too

Many napkins but I am not aware.

I bought a soda, and took only

What could barely be called a sip.

The carbonation was keeping me

Nauseous and noxious.

Only a few blocks from home,

I walk slovenly as I am feeling

Sluggish and bovine, while the

City begins to wake from slumber.

We turn into our building and

Curse the fifth-floor walk-up.

I pulled the curtains closed and

Taste pepperoni and puke on my lips

As I disappear into reverie.