In this fevered
New York Minute
Of an afternoon
The air
Invigorated with heat,
Ecstatic with heat,
Courageous, charging into traffic
With heat,
Perilous with heat
Humidity
A stalker,
A crazed lover
Bitter about rejection,
Just can’t let go,
Texting
“I want you, need you”
But we
Are running super chill
Mobile electronic
Caffeine,
Cold brew
On ice
In our veins
So we’re red hot
And blue cool
And don’t you forget it.
qbit 
Cool write! It has that metropolitan, hip beat going in the words!
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Thanks! Was hoping that came through.
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Indeed it did.
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I always thought a New York Minute was quick, but not with that kind of humidity. LOL
The rhythm of this has the feel of finger-snapping and that sass at the end just shores it up. Love the jazzy feel!
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Haha, thanks! I knew I was sort of abusing the New York Minute, but hey, why not.
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I love this quite the chill 😉
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Thanks! Now we’ve got to get the rest of the 3WW crew back.
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This is good stuff!! Love the energy.
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Thanks. Was fun to write.
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In the city, nothing’s ever really pretty.
Sweat from humidity sticks to flesh like slick oil clings to grime streaked alleys.
Your tough boy persona comes through in your poetry. Living in New York, one has to develop a hardened husk. So gangsta! 😀
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Thanks!!!
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Love the line “perilous with heat.” This snappy, sexy poem gives me that feeling of being intensely hot and cold at the same time, like an ice cube that burns.
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Wow. Thank you so much!
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BTW, your Philadelphia poem helped trigger some ideas.
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Great! I think you were only one of 3 people who even read that one. I’m glad it found you.
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I liked it a lot. And if Philly going to throw down, well, then NY gotta represent, LOL!
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We got dat addytude!
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Feels like Summer in the city.
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Thanks!
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