The theater down the street
has the marque stuck in repeat
screen spitting images and
laugh tracks to distract the audience.
Find no pleasure in all of this
breeze feels oddly ominous
flash bulbs blinded out
can't find the time to focus on the vision.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
The theater down the street
has the marque stuck in repeat
screen spitting images and
laugh tracks to distract the audience.
Find no pleasure in all of this
breeze feels oddly ominous
flash bulbs blinded out
can't find the time to focus on the vision.
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