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.