I am riding high
at 10:30 on a Friday night
“Have a puff, it’s the Super Glory Dragon Haze”
he said
and I had the whole thing, and here I am
in an unspeakable excitement
riding and thinking of
poetry
riding and thinking of
Dorothy Parker
and my difficulty to write
about happy women
it’s spring and it is 3 degrees
the Dutchies are out
the Greeks are out
that one junky I bump into
everyday
is also out
everyone in ecstasy
for the celebrational Friday
and their ability to ignore
well dressed women
and their blue legs
that stand proud
against the rain and humidity
of this shitty town
The ATMs are full
the money comes out
the money comes in
I keep riding high
and I am thinking of new poems
while stressing for knowing that
when I will finally get that pen and paper
all the ideas will be gone
But what matters is that high moment
of discovery and inspiration
and that almost stimulating feeling
knowing that no one around me
is thinking of
poetry