I like cake.
I like cars,
1950s American my latest phase.
I like dirty stories, those that are taboo.
Honestly? How about you?
I like writing, words, beautiful sentences,
ever since I was a kid,
something I could never shake,
not that I wanted to.
I like sunshine,
I like the wind.
I like Thursdays. I only work to Wednesday.
I like art, modern art makes me think the most,
it does things to my brain,
other art forms can’t claim.
I like god when a black woman sings.
I like lazy days.
Strawberries and ice cream.
I like time,
despite it slipping through my fingers like water.
I like working hard, but only when I choose,
I like the feeling when I am done.
It’s good to achieve and feel like something.
I like laughing,
I like crying,
both make me feel something.
I don’t like stress, it spins my head.
I like smart people,
good conversation,
food and wine.
But, I like pot the best,
it mellows life out the most.