ART&COMMUNITY Do that many people still smoke? And feel the liberty to flick their butts on the ground? Oh, I can actually see the stars tonight. How many leaves have I consumed while eating outside? The aroma of roasting coffee is pure ecstasy. When did that become a bar? club? loft apartment? art gallery with a single piece of pottery in a phallic shape? Hmmm, I could use another new book. Is the Parade today or tomorrow? Dammit, the train. Will I ever bore of these streets? That outfit is perfect for someone. But that someone is not me. Why is the volume so loud on motorcycles? Didn’t shave. Shirt is wrinkled. Looking rough, but shouldn’t see anyone. And, they’re waving at me. How many coffee shops do we need? I can always guess the performers by the attire of people headed to the arena. Can restaurants take turns being closed on Monday’s? Please. Is it Tuesday or Wednesday? Fuck it, I want tacos.
James Aaron Snow has been writing poetry for almost 25 years. He draws his inspiration, tone, and style from writers who call the South home and from spending most of his life below the Mason-Dixon line. His formal education falls within the field of Social Work, which serves as his source of empathy towards all humanity but rage towards all injustice. He is the former Poet-in-Residence for the Augusta-Richmond County Public System.
UrbanProWeekly - MARCH 27 - APRIL 9, 2023
Thoughts When Downtown (Augusta)
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