Depressed Poet Review: the DragonCon Parade

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The Emperor wonders if there's a Starbucks around. PHOTO: Heather Kennedy

Oh, thou press of bodies.
Sweating humanity ringed round and shoved forth.
The full horror being,
This is only the line for a Breeze Card.
Poetblouse

But lo, at last a train cometh.
We are granted conveyance.
Fuck.
There are like a million people here.

ALACK and ALAS which way?

A throng in every direction.
At least we don’t have a child,
  in a stroller,
   Like that poor guy.

A spot found to watch and the spectacle doth commence.
So many colors and costumes.
Holy shit,
Billy Dee.
That’s awesome.
    But hark! The assholery too doth commence anon.

A shout:
EVERYONE, I NEED TO GET BY. KEEP MOVING!
IF YOU COULD JUST SQUISH IN, I HAVE TO GET BY.

Where does this asshole think any of us can squish to?

A shove. Another man shouts:
I GUESS THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO DO IT
He elbows and shoves through the crowd.
Actually.
 Elbowing.
   And shoving his fellow humans.
     So he can get through a crowd
       At a motherfucking parade.

Lo, his face is calling out to be satisfied with a punch.
I must remember these people don’t get out much.

Mayhap if I just keep pressing with mine legs,
I can keep the crowd from crushing mine lady.
And/or the nearby family’s young kids.

More shouting:
EVERYONE IVE GOT TO GET BY. I AM THE DIRECTOR OF A PANEL.
I AM MISSING MY PANEL. I AM SUPPOSED TO BE LEADING A PANEL. OH GOD.

Lady you ain’t making your panel.
I could lift my legs right now.
And be supported
merely by the friction
of people shoving into me.

And I look into the face of a man
Who might be Wolverine or not, I can’t tell.

Fuck these goings on times one thousand.
I know where I won’t be a year from now.