all want discovery
Let the ocean
wash them all away
Smoke splits blue sky
Gatsby eyes look down
A million musics
blend together
as a million languages laugh
with each other
Books passed like peace pipes
to sidewalk squatters
Don’t you understand?
We’ve found the main nerve!
Sundresses in winter
dance to what remains
of free love
Puppers only want to cuddle
No one understands
unconditional love
like dogs
Falling for flapper hat wearing
hipster pixie dream girls
that seem to be everywhere
Typing away on Apple computers
drinking tea
whilst I drink a mocha
I could swear
is actually
just heated chocolate milk
The restless and derivative
sell themselves
and the Great American script
in elevators
to anybody wearing a blazer
with a decent haircut
Sunshine states don’t know
what to do with themselves
when the sun goes down
Tired tears prep second wind
Daily grind soundtracks in mono
like a one-track mind
California vibrations grow the world
Drink yourself drunk at Vesuvio
and stumble down Jack Kerouac Way
Empathic hearts take blame
and kiss with kindness
all the same
Without love
the world is just another place
Daniel W. Wright is a mid-western son who loves and loathes the red brick town that surrounds him. A poet of the no collar work force, Wright’s work has appeared in the Gasconade Review, Bad Jacket, Acid Kat, Crappy Hour, Eleven, and The Rye Whiskey Review. His previous works include Rodeo of the Soul, The Death of the Ladies Man, Small Town Blues: Early Lyrics and Poems, Portrait, Murder City Special, and Working Bohemian’s Blues. Wright currently lives in St. Louis, where you can usually find him in a bar or a bookstore.
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