Apocalypse Hoboken
Lugubrious Smiles Often End In Bouts Of Laughter
An open invitation A bout of meditation To claim our emancipation With a bitter medication Filled with rhyme Thyme time tick tock ticking In crooked lines we watch With bleeding noses Dotting in the spaces Who mister miss erases We squint with anticipation Arms turning turning Turning like windmills
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