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rushed writing
timed writing

I hit up
the coffee shop with
the 80s satellite radio
I’m not saying it’s
not fun
because I know people
who were born
in the late 80s when
for me
we were enjoying
the Youth Crew
straightedge days

I’d not write a thing down
and if I did
only to detail
how dark blue
the clouds would get
until they
went completely black
(or nearest-black)
and that was my god—
guider of huge cows
and little baby cows
needing the most from you…

and when I went to
India, witnessed a crazy one
jumped out in the road and
bucked like at the rodeo
uncontrollably angry and insane
and untamed
and scaring the shit
out of us all