Roommates @ 8:55 PM

Roommates:,

Bianca says it’s because the campanile on a foggy night
is a distant memory,
tapping, snapping, whistling to instant, incessant crescendo
of the wailing of fire alarms,
after laughing at innuendos and dancing
to Blue way past
midnight
naturally, unmistakably,
insanely
high off of the scent
of rain.


Melissa says it’s because style is an art,
After browsing, stalking the miles of road that forward thinking artists
walk on:
Four inches of unstable heels
Monochrome white, gray, black,
Unknown labels and waist cinches
Inspired, le tired, fired up
to make up what art there is
In clothes tomorrow.


Selena says it’s because the caffeine
can keep her up
deep in thoughts of being anywhere, everywhere, and seeing
dark rooms of cinemas,
hour and a half long features of fiction
flash before her eyes, with sighs, she
retires to bed and wakes up
with thoughts in her head
of getting away.


I say it’s because of the characters
The blur of lights, and nights
With fits of laughter
The wait for the elevator, the line
By the Sather
Gate
The brilliance, the dance of the sky
And the enantiomers of colors and
Stained boots
From jumping on puddles
By the creek.


And then what?
I suppose that it’s because things
Can remain
Unexplained
Ingrained
in this time and this time only
tomorrow is fleeting.
We must live for today.
We must.

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Inspired by a newly found blog of inspiration. =)

This is life in Berkeley. yours. mine. ours.

Labels: Art, Berkeley, contemplation