today I saw a guy in red glasses and white fedora, suspendered beige pants with yellow shirt open his car and toss in a briefcase he looked happy, uninhibited and can I add, untethered I should dress like that especially when I’ve been wearing my old man outfit too long in the right combination some things in my closet could strip years off my standard behavior even I’d get a kick out of kick-ass me

Remember the grind? every day forced awake to dress and roundtrip to the office, then fulfil all those other needs before falling asleep exhausted Did we have a choice? kind of like ants marching out of the nest at dawn – at least they didn’t have to change clothes, earning a bit more sleep well, we finally reached retirement and now when faced with things that need doing, a new question arises Do I have to? and finding so many mind-boggling options for answers, w

I like sweet and salty but my craving is oily butter soaking the toast, the creamy squeeze in each bite before it slips down the throat or slathered over corn on the cob, my lips and chin shining as I pull away coconut chewed to release the sweet white fat till only dry fibers stick to my teeth whipped cream, of course ice cream, even better nuts, seeds, chips, all kinds, anytime yeah, they are like a fix, an injection of heaven when I just can’t take one more bite