Snapchat

~ qbit 
Humidity drooling all over, sundog light 
jumping us, tongues and tails banging,

we're wiping the – wuddyacallit – spittle off 
while we stumbledown 42nd Street praying 

air conditioners are on in the museum of 
phony celebrities, being cool a cheerer upper 

until the power goes and we die of heat 
and boredom, counting the hours like aspirin 

doled out one-by-one into our palms, 
clock hands limp as warm lettuce, straining 

to move a tick, but giving up, like time has its feet 
glued to the sidewalk of Times Square, gooey

hot gum playing off-Broadway, you, incognito
in your movie-star shades, my corny jokes,

Spiderman thumbs a cigarette like it’s holy, 
record heat spinning viral, vinyl, nerves,

needles jumping tracks in the city’s groove.
Selfie-stick. Selfie-sticky. Selfie-stuck.

For Shay’s Word Garden

9 thoughts on “Snapchat”

  1. I so enjoyed the wonderful word-play in this poem. And the stellar imagery, as always. I especially love “counting out the hours like aspirin.” ” One feels the intense heat, the clock struggling to move its hands “limp as warm lettuce”.

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  2. Annnd, your roll continues! I love the description of the hours, all the cool imagery and celeb bs, and especially the ending. Verah cooool, dahlink!

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