solitude
release the mind into nothingness
empty as a perforated cup
wild flowers close their petals at night
to the sounds of billie holiday
and ice clinking in a glass
midori spills in strange places
the tab is paid as doors are locked
silent watching streetlights

back to the basement
sitting still like a lotus
legs crossed
left foot on right thigh
right foot on left thigh
spine straight in a line
left hand over right
making an oval with the thumbs
floating over the navel
and wait for nothing

um... ouch