Megalopolis

“It’s something that happen with Cold Wars and that happens with countries and dominoes.”

“Like if the USA was a domino and they gave up war it would fall and then other countries would fall because they were in war with the US.”

Or as i like to define it: When one fifth grade boy begins to sulk and i do not pay attention to them, thus rendering them further helpless, other fifth grade boys will join in. Soon you have a class of sulky fifth grade boys with problems ranging from “but i been saying i don’t go with her and she been writing my name on her folder” to “man them tacos just ain’t done right!”

For my mood, simply reference the poem i wrote about January. For my optimism, see Judy Garland’s “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I am fine. My life is better than it’s been….ever? Seriously. I say that seriously.

I can feel the grinding in my lungs
my heart
my brain
like I’m going up some monumentally tall hill.
January, my soul eeks outs
between ragged breaths
it’s…
only….
Jannnnnnuuuuuaaaryyyyy!

So I switch gears.
Retool a little, you know?
What makes a bike really shine?
Oil, patch a tire, new chain and then
Before I know it

Legs out from under me
Wheels spinning freely
Faster than I can control
Children flying
Out of control
“off the handle”
and my arms are flailing
(because at this point why hold on to the handlebars)
and I’m screaming at people as I pass by
“IT’S ALREADY JANUARY! HOLY SHIT!”

And yeah,
There’ll be the bottom of the hill eventually,
I’ll coast
And slow down
And catch my breath.
Won’t I?
Or will I flip over a stick
And break my shoulder?
Or hit a car?
Or bust my head?

Or will I hit a perfect flip
And land and impress the waiting crowd?

(Shh. It’s January- I can dream…)