Observation - February 3rd, 2018, Saturday

it is dark in the glow of the computer screen

the lamp by my desk has gone out

I am writing, I am typing 

the commentary on the TV is of treason

the orange-menace pulling the curtain from its rungs

un-draping his naked ambitions

the fragile-façade of a crumbling democracy

American autocracy, it seems

we are governed by Hades kleptocrats

thieving like orange-rats scurrying for crumbs

my cat sits on her blue chair

bored of playing string

I can hear the soft purr of her breathing

thinking, what short work of those plutocrats

if she could 

the neighbor’s door opens across the hall 

someone exists the building, to start a car in the cold

plane descending to the airport, engines roaring

the city is full of revelers, the Super Bowl is here tomorrow 

Observation - January 3rd, 2018, Wednesday

the radiators in my new apartment do not clang and bang

they are filled with hot water, not steam

I hear the water flowing into them, in a low-pitched rush

as the boilers work to beat the cold

air seeping through the windowsills

 

Kitty is curled into her blanket

head in paws on her stuffed chair

 

the quiet is broken by the sound of the neighbor's toilet

my lady is tossing in her sleep...coughing

    struck-ill by a January virus