I don’t like a big deal made out of my own birthday so tonight I’m spending my yearly hibernation listening to some solid music and relaxing. So here’s to another year older and another year to be buried in the past…. it was a good one…though this next should be better.
The weather has been outrageously warm today, usually I’m locked inside fighting off the cold, this afternoon I had the windows down in the car and things felt right. Tonight I’ve got the window in my apartment open and I’m at ease… not a bad way to go.
By Jay Armstrong
Wanting to feel this breeze,
Steady through the window,
I want this place on this bed,
Someone could rest beside me
Wanting this bed in another apartment,
Small, cramped, perfectly placed
In New York city,
A view of traffic and tiny markets,
Summerheat sweating through the window,
No breeze. Just stuffy and burning
Day finally giving way to night
Thick darkness and streetlights.
The sound of traffic and static movement
Like rustling leaves but more metallic
I am content
Settled within my self
The electric buzz of my soul
Lifting the skin on my chest
So light and so wanting
I wrote that a few summers ago and found myself thinking about it all day today. I’m no writer, that should be obvious by now, but creating poetry is something I still love to do and haven’t ever shown anyone (what better place than here, right?)… feels kind of nice seeing it not scribbled in my third-grader scrawling.
Here’s the music I find comforting today.