hotel view, 1:30 am

Yes, this is Brandon. Actually posting a new poem. :D Last night, I was listening to music in Room 574 of the Westin Los Angeles Airport (me, my dad, and grandma were in LA for the weekend because I had a Jeopardy! audition...anyways, not the point...), and looking out the large window at the street and whatnot, and I thought, "Hey, I should write a poem about this mysterious, interesting-looking view of Los Angeles." So I did. :) It is yet another poem inspired by California (I believe this is my third or fourth CA-related one), but I actually wrote it while sitting down, not in a car for once (haha...), it's not necessarily about nature, and after I wrote it, I noticed it was stylistically a bit different than what I've done before (then again I always say that, and could be wrong... :) ). Anyways, enjoy!


hotel view, 1:30 am
there's a world outside my window
it's almost 2 am
the cars have picked up again
humming, moving in a rhythm
irregular and arbitrary
ebbing, flowing
back and forth, white and red,
muted colors, spinning wheels,
pass me by.


a nice view of the city
it's after 1 am
lights poking through the dark sky of a nameless color
hundreds, thousands, millions
palm trees with their green
momentarily borrowed
to a distant shore
there are shores near here
but i only see the lights
a few--on wheels--pass me by.


it all goes on forever--the lights and the moving
it's halfway between 1 and 2.
the city is deciding between
waking and sleeping.
breathe in, breathe out.
the roads, the houses, the buildings, the palm trees--
they all
pass me by.
even as i sit here
with a world outside my window.