That's Us.

Folks toke
or do their taxes
but we take drives
where the cherry blossoms can make you cry.
Seriously.
Friends fool around
or don't
but we make blue notes
in bed sheets with bodies that
transgress the liminal zones.
The kids in Marin eat
ice cream cones without cognizance
of their invisible culture
but we know better,
know Babylon resides here.
Convertible beamers blaze by
wherein bluetooths occupy the auditory
and we laugh out loud
because janky ass speakers
keep us cleaner and cooled-out,
snapping fingers, clappin hands,
lovin life, lovin love.
That's us.
That's what we do.
That's how we are.
Outdoorsy, jazzy, hippy(ish), horrified, soft-inside, soul splitters, clean-up hitters, believers, beat worshippers, blazing workers, admittedly sinners, die-hard winners, dyadic dynamic, strategic, unapologetic rise-up types, hype hungry, funny fellows, forever chasing, never hating, ever elevating, taking and giving, giving and gushing, going going going, never gone.