Off

An off night
leads to the lack
of ability
to turn it off.

A quick sensibility, however,
results in thoughts of future,
an East coast neighborhood,
houses disimilar, filled with fog.

And mist that drips
during a 6 a.m. wake up call,
as I drift back to the west side,
of ports and surfers.

I think forget my possibilities,
and all that stands before me,
to recall my peaceful thoughts,
and fall asleep tonight.