Fourteen-year Summer
Finally gives way to Fall.
What took me so long?

Oh new fountain pen
Seamlessly you let ink flow
A new addiction?

Summer’s heat bakes me.
Find misery on four wheels.
Honda, no A/C.

Scraping my knuckles
and busting my teeth. Off I
go roaming the streets.

Born on the anvil,
Life hammers down upon me.
Will of iron forged.