I feel upset
The photos have all been captured
In ten thousand different ways.
No matter what the thought is
It’s gone on and had its way.
The angle is found
The lens is used
The camera is easily within reach
The model is tired
The couch is worn out
And I’m upset
Without my way
– I’m lost in a sea of haze –
With nothing but
Inspiration
Surrounding me out here,
Targeting my weakest hour
Flashing goes away.
Tag: couch
Jikko Café (day 2365)
Local Thai beans
In the grinder smell
So perfect for
A wakeup call.
Espresso time!
Let the day begin!
On a comfy couch
Says I within.
Drugs in Mom’s House (day 1145)
A passive sales strategy
Sitting lonely on my mother’s couch
Wriggling into uncertainty
I watch through a dusty glass
Tripping all the alarms
Tipping the Chancellor off
To an undercover sedated tragedy
And Earl wandering.
Smokey-Joe pan-handling
And I’m a lonely gravity
As a slow song plays
Like apple cider vinegar
Going straight to my heart.
Snow Falls (day 938)
When snow falls hearts gather around the hearth,
Grabbing softly at the cackling pine
Delicately stashed inside the burning pit.
Mesmerized by the dance within, and out.
Here, lights take on a softer glow.
Cold outside carries an earthy fragrance
That tucks itself neatly into corners
Of windows that slowly freeze
Then, from mind we slowly remember
Budding spring uncurling it’s frozen fingers
As green sprouts celebrate daylight sun.
Softness takes long strides out into fresh air.
From this perch, stretched along the couch
Wool blanket helping hold fires heat within,
Tranquil spreads easily inside
These heavy walls flickering me to sleep.