This is so

Life is short.
Live it!
Dance by the pale moonlight
in front of the blossoming lilies
Behind the old town firehouse
till exhaustion smothers you

Bake spontaneous brownies
lick the batter off the bowl
leave the dishes until later, it’s okay

Meet the mysterious man at dusk
walk with him, starblind, into the distance
offer him some brownies, but do not be offended if he declines
Meet me at dusk

Life is too short to do dishes or use napkins
Leave them
Live it!

ok, so imagine this

a twenty million foot rock hurtling at 30 kilometers per second around a nuclear fusion reactor that has been exploding ever so slowly for millennia. hurtling rock grows trees, grows fish, grows thoughts, grows people. oh, fickle and magnanimous people– each hurtling around their own suns, each nurturing their own trees, fish, thoughts, people.

Oh, cherish this divine and surreptitious sensation
because you have a golden ticket- an opportunity
of all the suns slowly melting holes into the dark night
this one keeps 9 planets throttling around it in harmonious equilibrium
of all those spinning, molten cored stones
this one has oxygen, has carbon, has you, has me
oh holy, superfluous fate!
how this earth exists, how humanity exists, how out of the millions of people my ancestors, your ancestors exist, how out of the bits and pieces of their very basic entities have been blended and conglomerated and jigsawed together into your genetic code, how you and I were ever fortunate enough to meet who we have met, to experience what we have experienced, to meet each other!

life is a gift
existence in and of itself is a treat an unknown infinite has never dared to try
they’ll tell you otherwise
say, get a job, you aren’t successful, do school, do work, do bills, do time.
don’t put up with this bullshit
meaning is intrinsic
do you feel it?
you exist, therefore you are
ok descartes?
you exist, therefore you are
now think.

Sunday

brandy stained sunlight flooded the room
inebriating the two of the, sitting
on the resolute wooden floor
back to back, fingers entwined at ground level
drowsily sharing the burden of the other
and the warm, drowning beams from the windowpane
white earbuds climb down their bodies
as they listen to Regina Spektor
and the heartbeat of the other
that sun drunk afternoon