THE RIVER CORONA (MINNEAPOLIS RAMBLINGS)

Too many coronas with limes
Down the stairs, step by slow, deliberate step like I'm sober,
But I'm not.

I'm drunk as a skunk
I feel the love
High on life, I feel alive
It's great to be alive!

I feel the vibe of fellow poets inside
Breaking Writer's Block Dam,
Letting the words flow forth
From my mind, my heart
Drift down the River Corona
To my pen, my paper, my mouth.

Minneapolis!
My salvation!
My recreation!
My rebirth!

8-15-2003
(rev. 8-2-2004)
(rev 2. - 11-25-2008)