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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-10 at 22:00

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