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Carousel-lighted crickets sparkle like breath gone astray

Birds of flight spinning the tune:

It’s hard to be happy when you’ve ruined your life

Oatmeal at a diner in the desert, sugar, a small silver pitcher of cream

Reflections of firetrucks racing to the scene

At Casino Celebration

Gambling configuration

Las Vegas booms like the truth

Barbarian Bohemians sell slippers on the street

The Boulevard of Broken Hearts remembers me

I see a cyberbully in his kitchen crafting robots out of chicken bones

My travelogue is too thin

I need to go to more places, see new things

My head swims like the colors in a kaleidoscope

Fingers mash the brain

Vitamins sustain

The opera is coming to town but I’m too anti-social to care

I’d rather ride escalators in a shopping mall

Squint at all the glass and thrown-out-there ass

Until time expires and the cuckoo falls and my eyes close forever and I dream in darkness of Russian vogue.