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rip-roaring fury of fun

rip-roaring fury of fun

let’s say you’re in a starbucks somewhere
for the wifi and coffee cake
listening to music
admiring the crowd waiting for their boosts
and trying to form letters and words
while keeping an eye on the bathroom line
“i’ve got to make it through, no matter what it takes”
mixing and melding
thoughts words sounds and ideas
for some coherent grasp
at meaning
in the city that never sleeps
all getting jacked on exotic blends
late afternoon lull
interrupted by a rush
cold or hot
no care
of sleep
go go go
push push
productivity or death
rip it
roar it
burn brightly

11-18-23 – nyc

i am the poet of desire by john oakley mcelhenney

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