Feels like college

Take:

1) A half-pot of strong coffee, imbibing starting not before 8 P.M.;

2) A suddenly discovered / recalled obligatory assignment due "first thing in the morning" (it's a poetry contest deadline, and not really obligatory according to anyone but me);

3) Pink Floyd (Meddle) piped at laser-show levels through a set of sweaty headphones;

4) Four poems (three actually, now) that have some way to come before they're ready to re-emerge into the light of day.

Makes me want to swing by the Mug for some Afro-Cuban Jazz and later riff on a convoluted uber-omniscient short story of my own misguided devices to the tune of Bill Evans's "Waltz For Debby" on loop.