if i had a gun i would have been on a shooting frenzy this morning. why? for the nth time, our very considerate neighbor once again decided to water her plants through her window, using her very reliable ‘tabo’–briskly splattering water all over her garden (read: ROOF) and making that very annoying sound, consequently waking me up at 4am! i’ve been trying to restrain myself from assaulting the culprit–she is after all in her 60s and a retired teacher (i hold senseis in high esteem) at that. but i’ve had enough. so later tonight, i’ll knock on her door and ever politely tell her off. that bitch!
this isn’t a poem–this was a forgotten journal entry from way back. must have been written under the influence. questions on who, what, where, when, why and how won’t be entertained…i don’t know the answers either. and oh, for the record–this must have been written before habi came along. 
dunno what hit me
margaritas, had too many
woke up feeling fucked up
dragged my ass to the shower
giddy as though the night’s far from over
your scent on my pillow
your touch left me feeling hollow
dammit, what did i do?
get off my head
we’re through
i’m done with you
you were in my bed
he never knew
kisses shared were few
but they got me, had me
fallin’ badly
dammit what did i do?
warm bodies, hot kisses
one night of passion
sinful lustful rendezvous
dammit, what did i do?
get off my head
we’re through
i’m done with you
