Sacramento

I sit at the window

listening to traffic

I can feel the energy of my city

I can feel a million souls

moving

fighting

playing music

making music

dancing

walking

drinking

drowning worries

building and destroying

I can feel all this energy pass through me

like electricity moving through a wire

so many different frequencies

so many different textures, colors, flavors

flowing eventually together

if I can keep it from becoming ticklish

if I can keep it from burning

if I can just hold it, it's building

in me

as it pulses and finds a rhythm

a symphony of human motion

and emotions

it builds

it lifts me from my chair

I float up in my room

I find the center

I am equal distance from each of my walls

from the ceiling and from the floor

I start rotating

slowly at first

then spinning

faster 

and faster

until all is a blur

all vision is blended, streaked, combined, overlapped until it is blackness

a living blackness

all sound combines, at first cacophonous

then droning, buzzing, tighter until it is silence

I explode

the energy of the city returns to the city

it takes me with it

I am part of it as it is a part of me

I wake up cold in bed

I step to my open window and listen to my city

I can hear the far off freeway

someone is singing

a car drives by with loud bass thumping

it grows louder and then fades 

I close the window

shutting out the sounds of my city

in my small room

four white walls

as close as I ever get to silence

and I fall back to sleep

My Type

 You

You're my type

When you were long and lanky and we twisted our limbs like branches growing rapidly together

When you're curvy and round and enough for me to get lost in

When you become old and so comfortably familiar it would be a struggle to recall what it was like not to have you near

My type is you

That Kid

 That kid I used to be

Sometimes he seems like someone else

Someone I can sympathise with

Someone I wish I could help

Poor little shit, he didn't know anything

Today though

On my 52nd birthday

He was there in the mirror

Looking older

But still that same kid

Those same eyes

Starring back at me

I can help him

I can give him love

I do love him

Poor little shit

He knew so much

Valentine's Day

 I saw a Valentine's Day post

"Every second of every minute with you has been wonderful."

A sentiment I find unlikely 

I argue reality is more romantic.

"The good times are so very good, they've made it worth getting through the horrendous times, and that's saying something, because we been through some shit!"

Victory!

 "Come Celebrate, Comrades! We've done it! We have remade America as a Socialist Utopia at last! I've got a peppermint mocha for each of you!"

"Um... like, thanks for the mocha but you know most of us still don't have health insurance, right? And I don't know how I'm paying my already late rent this month. Are you sure we've succeeded in making America a socialist utopia?"

"Hello!? Didn't you hear the barista say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas? Victory is ours! Viva la revolución!!!"

How can I read when there's writing to be done

I sit to read and the first page is brilliant and inspires me so, I hop up to write
I sit to write about life, and love and, reminded that these are happening all about me, I hop up to live

I spin in circles

possibility overwhelms me

I look at my phone

"Reading and writing today" I post as my status update

and just like that, I get several dozen reacts, likes, loves, and hugs

I'll try reading again later

Is It Cake?

Life wasn't hard enough, now we have to worry that things might be cake?

And I just saw a video of cake that was really a pillow. So anything might be cake and cake might not be cake?

Why are we doing this?

Leave cake be; It's one of the few things we've gotten right. It's one of the small spots of joy that almost make life bearable.

Cake.

Limerick

There once was a man from Nantucket
who knew he'd one day kick the bucket
This awareness of his mortal state
a sense of foreboding did create
and also, he had a comically large penis