Therefore I am(maybe?)

I write

therefore

I am

I think

therefore

I am

I think I write

therefore

I am a thinking writer

I write about lots of things

Therefore

I think a lot

Sometimes

I think too much

Leaving little time for writing

I think I should try writing without thinking

What would people think about my thoughtless writing

No reason to live if I don’t think and write

I will stop thinking when I die

But I might schedule posts on Cheeky Monkey well into the future

So that you can read my posthumous writings

I think that’s a great idea

Therefore I am not

Sizzle sizzle

No breeze

Oppressive heat

Horribly humid

Stale air

Energy sapping

Go shopping

Hot car

Sizzling seats

Short drive

Inside mall

Air conditioned

Smiling faces

Happy shoppers

Food court

Ice cream

Sticky children

Frazzled parents

Wander mall

Shop more

Buy stuff

Step outside

Humid inferno

Load car

Seats burning

Drive home

Stay inside

Well hydrated

Watch TV

Weather reports

Heat advisories

Global warming

Painfully evident

Cold winters

Fading memories

Sizzling summers

Endless heat

monster madness

Monster trucks

Monster deals

Monster bargains

Monster meals

Monster houses

Monster debts

Monster mortgages 

Monster regrets

Monster politicians

Monster candidates

Monster elections

Monster debates

Monster earnings

Monster thieving

Monster poverty

Monster grieving

Monster problems

Monster sadness

Monster depression

Monster madness

life and death of a word

it must be fun to be a word on paper

somebody created you with thought and imagination

carefully selecting and arranging the letters that make you unique

putting you out there for people read

to capture the thoughts and ideas of the writer

maybe you will inspire others into doing great things

you soon get to know all the other words on your page

lively discussions and heated debates follow

friendships are formed as you bond with other words

you might go on a long trip if your page is mailed 

listening to the world go by from a mail truck

waiting in a mailbox to be collected

quietly sitting in an unopened envelope on a desk

suddenly the envelope is opened

a bright light falls upon your page

you all stand to attention while your page is read

but what lies next for you and the other words

will you be framed and immortalized like a certificate

or hidden away in a filing cabinet

will you be crumpled up and tossed into the trash 

you lay face down on a desk wondering for a few days

until a loud noise rudely interrupts your peace

the death curdling grinding noise gets louder

your page is being steadily pulled into a shredder

line by line all the words are cut into tiny pieces

you feel the blades ripping through your letters

you pray for word reincarnation

Words in a rorrim sound so tnereffid

Stnap agoy does not fit as well as yoga pants

Eeffoc werb dloc will not taste like cold brew coffee

I prefer peppermint tea to eat tnimreppep

Was your reverse commute longer than your etummoc esrever

Sunny days are much brighter than syad ynnus

Full moon high tides beat sedit hgih noom lluf

Tnemtrapa esir hgih is inferior to a high rise apartment 

Would you prefer a romantic dinner over a rennid citnamor

Take off your large overcoat and put on your taocrevo egral

Smooth jazz music sounds better than cisum zzaj htooms

Your red lipstick turned to kcitspil der ruoy

A dog chased a cat and the tac a desahc god a

Open the door to find dnif ot rood eht nepo

Sdrawkcab ynnuf sdnuos sounds funny backwards 

Are you annoyed by yb deyonna uoy era

Relax this is the end of it ti fo dne eht si siht xaler

Silent writing for quiet reading

Moving slowly

Silent footsteps

Stealth

Patience

Caution

Purpose

Not a hunter stalking his prey

Just me getting up early in the morning

Making a cup of tea

trying not to wake the wife

Lightly tapping the keyboard

Writing ever so quietly

The silence is almost deafening

Words whisper onto the screen

They will not shout out when read

Best read in a quiet place

Savored moments

Peace shared

Enjoy the silence

The golden age of travel is long gone

Travel is a great way to see new things

Escape from your familiar surroundings

Break your normal routine

Shake things up a little

Getting to a place is often stressful

Deciding what to pack

Will the houseplants die while we are away

Who can we trust to check on the house

What time should we leave for the airport

Will there be time to eat after check in

I forgot what size liquids you can take on the plane

The taxi we booked is late

There are long lines at the check in counter

We will never make the flight

More long lines at security 

If we run to the gate we might just make it

Boarding not started yet but something is wrong

A sign says flight delayed but no reason or new time

Angry passengers swarm around the staff at the desk

Will we still make our connection

The gate is a mob scene with passengers scrambling to board

Tired staff suffer more verbal abuse from angry passengers

We eventually get to our seats

No space left in the overhead compartments

The in-flight TV screen is broken

Weary flight attendants selling overpriced food and drink

After a long line for the bathroom I find it filthy

I wish I had stayed at home

Fortunately the connecting flight is late too

Finally arrive at the destination

Too tired to unpack today so its living out of a suitcase

I just realized I forgot to bring my medication

My Manhattan

Cocktail party

Long dresses

Black ties

Fake smiles

Polite nods

Posh voices

Smug people

Need drink

Find bar

Chunky glass

Big Ice

Bulleit Rye

Sweet vermouth 

Angostura bitters

Stir clockwise

Thirty times

Luxardo cherries 

Leave standing

Gently chill

Lift glass

Eyes shut

Sip slowly

Smell aromas

Savor flavors

Forward tasing

Slightly bitter

Strong sweet

Rinse mouth

Slow swallow

After taste

Slow burn

Alcoholic buzz

Eyes open

People mingling

Mundane conversation

Glass caressed

Boring party

Stupid people

No escape

Second sip

Eyes closed

Longer savor 

Slow rinse

Gentle swallow

Drifting off

Eyes shut

Floating gently

Ears blocked

No chatter

Manhattan bliss

Rude awakening

Shaken shoulder

Wife annoyed

Wake up!

Guests frown

Eyes open

Start chatting

Mumble mumble

Boring boring

Smiling nodding

Pretend listening

Mind elsewhere

Eyes open 

Third sip

Large gulp

Finish drink

Fast burn

Boring party

Wife agrees

Leave fast

Go home

Open door

Sit down

Wife retires

Make drink

Same recipe

Different environment

My glass

My Bourbon

My Vermouth

My ice

My music

My place

My time

My company

My life

My Manhattan

Water wind and light

the low morning sun

reflects on the bay

millions of tiny ripples

explode on the surface

flashing silver

mesmerizing

tantalizing

hypnotizing

the wind drops

calm patches appear

sparkles evaporate

the sun waits patiently

for the next breath of wind

to sprinkle dancing stardust

into the eyes of those

who dare to witness

this simple blend of magic

water wind and light