Just because we are human, we are prisoners of the years. Yet that very prison is the room of discipline in which we, driven by the urgency of time, create.   
                                                                                                                 — from Jewish liturgy

Today
the hungover man
awoke, still broke,
to see that poetry
read in a brewery
was not a recipe
for prosperity.
So the hungover man
took a stand,
writing out of love
for writing in his land.