Fantasies in the Bar, or Were I to be in a Bar

She will look back over at you with
a smile, to return a smile: and after
lying with her/the small of her
back/and drifting
through lightrum sleep, is your only
time the nights are sticky
with coming morning you return
smiles betrays that you're just counting
and jesterish piddling through nursery
rhymes and catch phrases:

Is This a new World?
the light is only this light as it gives.
Your life. Knowing what drives you
and shells success its corners and
columns; helps nothing,
and checkmarks on the list
of living the life while there is still
time; removal from a bar will
be sleep unearned