Poem: Open Art Night

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We are the riotous
Like madmen
Fevered
Compulsion
To make with our hands
To see with our eyes
Endless talk in the night
Words flow like rivers
Thoughts pour like fountains
Laughs peal like thunder
In empty night streets

We cram into our salon
On couches and floors
Every spot taken
Pencils and paintbrushes
Upon paper and canvas
Air electric
Humming
Buzzing
All alone, together

We spill into the streets
Smoking, bright flashes
Attracting attention
By light passing traffic
That stare in wonder
Blank passing faces
Becoming red lights in distance
And dance beneath dim lamps
On street poles
Captured

Everything is new
Bold
Everyone thinking, doing
There is no
Can’t
Shouldn’t
Only YES
Rules do not apply
Only inspiration matters

©2013 James Takeo

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