Air Conditioning

Air Conditioning

Some like a cool seventy-two

Year-round

The windows closed

The shades drawn down.

I like a windy day

Shutters open wide

Sharp autumn air

My brain's poppin' inside

I'm able to think again.

When things run through a filter

They get a little sterile,

Sometimes I need the grit -

A taste of the feral

So I can breath a little.

And there are those

Who can't take the heat

They rush from their houses

In a hasty retreat

To a car full of solitude -

Music sanctioned by the fandom

I like the windows down

My player set to random,

A little dirt in my gut -

And some scratch in my soul

Reminding me to live a little.

~Darkling Plain, Sept. 10, 2006