south of 33

another night but the moon has yet to rise

above the darkened street

when will they update the satellite image

three tremendous trees have fallen

one controlled one caused no damage at all

another night head down on the pool table

turned into a desk for the winter months

doesn't have to wear shoes and a jacket

another night head aches

all around water instead of caffeine tonight

sitting in a pile of his own thought

both new and old

random but completely organized

as well should be a scattered mess

of a mind somehow he still

the late night boat ride

south of 33 the river runs

below the street and feed the enormous tree

planted in a bed of moss

creeping closer each year

to the back door

another night with an electric heater

at his feet and can't get the plumber

to finish the job paid for

never-mind more heat down below

south of 33 came one time

to gather things left behind

doesn't realize the torture

chamber he could create

in all this space created junk pile

another night of frustration

knowing the saying heard once

that failure is merely

practice for success...

nothing concluded 158

last name begins with an L

so it's only right

that eye light up the night

nothing concluded

just means when one's done

move on to another one

unfortunately

someone sleeps

high above

and he thinks below

trying hard to not

be offended by

the poems no one reads

even when given as

gifts of thoughts

nothing concluded

the song eye will sing

until no more ink from pen

breath from lungs

late night session

smoking out all

the days impurities

bet it's close to midnight

falling down

feels like only five minutes...