Incredible speed sped me to this point in the night.
Turned from the tele
food, but somehow no beer, in my belly.
Mrs B sits on the couch and quips
trying to get buy-in from the back of my head.
On a night like this I start to write –
beaming out ideas from the back of my head.
Here – I might hope – is the next block
From twitter to facebook to linkedin to this blog:
Here is a new line in new lines of thinking.