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In between neighboring worlds

Posted to Poetry




Straight ahead,
in between
neighboring worlds,
we the ether realm
slither,
in forward,
wakeless motion.
Comfortable
in gray,
flabby slo-mo textures,
power plays,
harmless,
mootpointed stars,
vanity-cushioned
corners,
glitter plastic seats,
and best of all,
campy
sidestreets,
blinking faded red
neon signs
chanting,
"open all night".