By Parson Thru
The moon looks nice tonight.
I expect Venus is up there somewhere too. Like the Turkish flag.
I think of you and your friend watching a crescent moon just like this one, or maybe it's already gone. Or maybe you have better things to do.
The laptop is quiet. I lean back for the first time today and sip at a vodka martini. Bad habit, but no one's looking.
Meanwhile, nothing happens.
I think I'm ok with that, but I'm probably missing something.
God, I hope I don't get old.