Silence and solitude

I walked in from a good smoke and deodorized for these other whiny cats

You can hear their hallowed half moans throughout the night

It is like a bad memory that you wish was a dream

I sat down to write

Only when silence and solitude would allow

True silence

True solitude

These kinds of luxuries

Are not common enough

Where influence or any other man made thing

Can make me

Not me

These thoughts are my own

Just as these words

Are of my keeping and my own volition

This is the time to think

Only then can poetry be done

Can life be done

No, existence can be done

It is just a matter of silence and solitude