I just want to sit,
sit and watch,
the blinking lights,
the cell towers and the midnight drivers,
across the acres,
the malls,
24 hour stores,
the dark horizon blanketed with fog,
and the thickets,
atop the tallest hill,
the smallest hill.
I'm getting tired of the taste of cigars,
so I light another one.
I came here to think but I can't think of anything at all,
and it's not because there's dogs barking,
or howling,
or that there's so much going on,
all across the acres,
it's because I just can't think,
so I just sit and look,
and I sit and watch.