poem from north beach, california, as it was some time ago
it's about friction
enough
too much right kind wrong kind
the ills of the world
do they boil down to this simple act of physicality
would one global collective sigh
one harmonious ahhh from all humanity
put right the wrongs
i sigh
not in the way intended rather
in defeat
there is friction not all of the desired kind
there is always one and more than one
whose idea of friction is/are nails on a chalkboard
~
marketa i say come hither
outside and across the street
neon lights flash, advertising
the very notion i espouse, the
night air laden with potential.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2024-09-10 at 22:00
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