Chasing The Dream

A butterfly flaps its wings
a pusher makes his way through the throng
I adjust my mike.
Hello and Welcome!
a silence kisses the words
We are gathered here today
a tongue pushes through tight  lips
To celebrate the coming of |||||||||||
Moans escape the crowd
The coming of |||||||||||||!
Groans and grunts escape throats
The coming of |||||||||||!
Sweat pours down faces
COME! ||||||||||
COME ||||||||||!
Another butterfly flaps its wings…

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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