my heart splits
as West End and Broadway do
two post-quake crusts
deep tissue trauma
and somewhere along life's trip
Planet Hollywood scrammed
And I'd really never fill Travolta's footprints
taking long walks in the strange nights
the air misses the point
Something is right elsewhere
Hopefulness is not a universal
But a proper accident
Naturally
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