Bedtime

I wanted to but,

I didn't write anymore

because

I couldn't smoke weed

    in the room and

I couldn't smoke (smoke)

    in this or any room anymore and

I'm out of booze and

though there's a good window,

there isn't a view when it's dark outside

and in your soul,

too

But maybe that's why

I always leave the curtains open 

Temecula

Shade on the foothills,

sun on the (actual) snow-capped mountaintops.

I think that I know,

but am satisfied with

being close enough to

being right enough to fit in

with the (uninformed) locals.

I see what I see and

I know what I know.

Sometimes I'm right.