Contentment is the
sound of a dog on a couch,
snoring with gusto
Simple things
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Contentment is the
sound of a dog on a couch,
snoring with gusto
Opportunity
is knocking. Finally, I
will open the door.
To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Home from the party
they’re luminous like fireflies
settling down to sleep.
Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.
Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.
Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?
The third degree burns,
generated by love that
intense, never heal.
Juggling emotions,
we catch happiness with one hand,
sadness the other.