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poetry attempt numéro 16

Rituals for performance - 1. Find something yellow. 2. Absorb its energy. 3. Release it into the audience 4. Take selfies as appropriate #ShowcaseReady #ItsTheKambaInMe #FreeQuency #NACA #NACAwest #SpokenWordPoets (at Reno, Nevada)

Thursday night Everything’s fine Except I’m in central on a Thursday night,  'I hate art Students' Or so says the self-entitled businessman  whos too preoccupied with the couple infront of him,  just take the picture on your smart phone and leave  but you see me lurking so I can take my shot ‘ a smartphone is still a really good camera’. He says with a smile No it isn’t, move along.  You prick.  Because of this silly little conversation  another smartphone photography wanker Has stolen my spot  Is everyone a photographer now? Or am I just high from the over empowering stench of weed Because I’m sick of the shard yet I still want a photo of it.  I don’t fit in here,  I’m not posh,  I’m not foreign.  I’m not a posh foreigner. Who runs through riverside walk east, Getting in everyone’s way  Fuck off back to your running lane What happened to the pedestrian right of way?  And im not one of those stressed alcholics, well at least not yet,  You know the type.  They stand around in packs watching the sunset Before they stumble back up the steps  To the incessant clack clack clack Of their red bottoms,  that they can’t really afford Because they’re wasting their money drinking in oyster. Card  Oyster card Where is my oyster card? I need to get out here,  My pockets are full of weird shit that I’ve picked up  And its getting dark So everythings shut  So When I get lost  I wont be able to ask for help Because everyone speaks a language I’m too ignorant to understand.  But its alright.  Bright lights in the big city.