pacing ,

lost in my house

searching ,

for my color of the day

open my eyes

and its blue

noisy and anxious

close my eyes and its

orange octagons

and a connection of white lines

life lines

rub my eyes


walk to where its bright

sit down in a steel chair ( that i don't particularly like )

lean back



let the ten in the morning

sun warm me up

that second cup of coffee already woke me up

thinking of other things

cold beer

a comfortable seat

sitting beside

finding other morning people just like me


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