The sound of small plastic wheels
On the ridged metal lip of an escalator
Bookends each trip between home and birthplace.

The first two uptempo, eager
To race to the smell of marble and leather,
Perfectly cooked fish and pastries with blueberries
The next two, piano, as I cross back,
Result of exhaustion, arms full of clothes and sorting small bottles into bags.

But on exit
Not due to vents, air conditioning, or the sensory assault of shopping under halogens,
Home smells of rust.
Of dirt and smoke - burnt.
Home smells more damaged and ****** up than its neighbour
And it's apt position on the map
Behind our back
Peering over the shoulder of the small ursa, overbearing and controlling.

But it's not the smell of burning petrol and tissue in glass,
Nor riot shields and plastic armour,
And only slightly of over emphasis on Northern Irish poetry during exams.

It's the stench of friendships, bouquet of break-ups,
Awkwardness and overconfidence,
Fake tanning and too much tea.

And like bonfires and cigarette smoke,
Burnt wood and tobacco embers,
It's the one perfume I can't get out of my clothes.

Old habits die marred
Especially during scarred times
When you need a more unfamiliar bed
Than the one found in soft rhymes
Sometimes comfort is found in uncomfortable places
I've never found it in familiar faces
Sometimes it's found in the strangest of spaces
And others it's found in uptempo paces

A hold up a minute
Just to waist a second
Killing thyme with a vegan
Who feeds upon my meat
I'm picking up good libations
She's giving me exaltations
We're stalking hand in hand
In the intersection of a bustling heat

She gave me her throat-like throne
Just to take away my crown
Slipping through a crack in the floor, bored
We forget all proper nouns
We haven't sent out one invitation
Yet we're throwing parties in a ghost town
From dusk 'til it dawned on us
From sun up until the son set us down

We feast

Dogpatch this is I'll bet
God is not dead, he got wounded in Tet.
Jubilation T. Cornpone
played Stubby Kaye
in the Broadway version of Li'l Abner
was better than anything by Aldo Ray
Guys and Dolls,
frills in Jazz,
A Cigar for Moe
and an award for cars,
this song is different
and it's a little more uptempo
than Hey Jude.
Yeah a harking back to Nino Tempo
Musicians are rifting
weightlifters are lifting
old women are sitting
and I even might want to get into knitting

He is the rays of my rainbow
radiance, bursting beats
and bass, bright vibrant
eyes of magnificent memories,
melanin cheeks, smooth lips
filled with amazing dreams,
gleaming eyebrows elevating
towards a constellation of galaxies.
his beautiful brown soul glows
in the night and dances in the
moon’s illumination of inventions,
his serene imagination a million
rhymes of incredible instruments,
high igniting notes whirling
in the wind, wondrous flights
over towering sights.  His essence
flows inside my flesh and creates
captivating harmonies, timeless
classics transcending the universe.
Diamond diction, honey brown
soul of pure uptempo’s, intoxicating
intros, hypnotizing hooks, and astonishing
outros. I can breathe in the addictive
sounds from his vessel, boundless
rivers defining his depiction,
a spotlight of solid beats sounding
off in the boulevard.  He is my favorite
love story in the night, a perfect
movie demanding praise, an array
of music blasting galaxies, to feel
his flesh pressed upon mine,
stroking my ******* with his
fingers, so sensual and deep I
could taste the sheer melodies
rising from beneath his surface,
lyrical labyrinths and majesties,
a vibrant palace romanticizing
my thoughts, entering my dreams,
opening brilliant doors as I embrace
his nation.

Sleek gritty swag, dope boy rhythms
spinning fluently around my maze,
miracle bones slick tinted, painted
with dazzling hues.  Sky framed equations
sweetly seasoned, bursting juicy jazz,
slow uptempo’s on your groovy lips.
Exploding beats, bulging hooks,
outstretched eyebrows shining
on a sheet of ice.  Cool urban eyes
a city of captivating wonder. Deep
sparkles lighting up the limbs
of your legs, ravishing roots,
ochre-brown leaves tap dancing
on your feet.  The sidewalk of your
thighs glowing in bright dreams,
heavenly centered, a sea of diction
awakened by the stars, incredibly
inventive, blossoming in lucid
languages.

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an example a Nike uptempo air sneakers cost 222 dollars i got it forr 38 just an example