i have returned

[evilbeej]

back in new york city!
i can smell the cold exhaust
can taste smoke on my lips
feel the thrum of engines everywhere
hear the people and see lights
more life here than anywhere i've been
mad rushing energy
courses through the concrete
running in the pavement
a sensation electric
like tongue to a nine-volt
all hours these people
kinetic or potential
or winding down in an entropic spiral
always climbing up and down
self- or city-powered steps
and it makes me say
screw wyoming!