These buildings surround us all – they seem to need our very own fledgling environment
Hell-sent with pretty ribbons – blue lace – on
Upon a series of stings and a pale face
Distaste never, ever so alarming
Disarmed rather artificially by glad rag eyes
Suppose there had to be one of us
A toast, perhaps!?
To utter lapse in concentration
Sensationally oh so strung out, about to wire the whole damn city
Not A Single Smile Solidly In Place
A race to meet our every single maker
Salt-shaker
Snared entirely
Snide remarks, when we get to feel Newark in the winter time all over again
Freeze-frame, merrily insane

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