Saturday, March 12, 2016

those days

these days i am content to keep quiet, like a fed cat, or a dog nap
you'll never hear much from me from these days.
i do look around and wonder where I am
but these days i smile at an unfamiliar location.
my side feels more full,  and my bed welcomes me too.
cold mornings give warm moments structure
the kind you can build over.

a lack of focus creates a kalidescope of possibility
once my mind let it's latin walls crumble.
maybe this is my chance, the moment of solitude
when my writing is directed at no one,
and not even me.

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me