large piles of antiquated dreams and senseless fables
with the Honeymoon Hotel in the rearview mirror
the curbs start to clear
I live on Queen Sheba Avenue
the motion of the Orbs can be heard
the marvelous receives a daily coat of paint
if Disney were human he would live here
yes, the six-winged seraphim
Disney
large piles of antiquated dreams and senseless fables
washed and rewashed into the youth
poise and beauty replaced
with senseless violence
(+) tethered in Placebo Town but not paralyzed
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 
Something was stirring
in the basement
of the Honeymoon Hotel
We all heard the sound
of wings unfurling
and a frightful howl
as from the bowels of hell
From the relative safety
of the Placebo Town Library
Jack Kerouac said
we had better go take a look
Allen Ginsberg
with his head stuck
in a Sylvia Plath poetry book
was in total disagreement
Curiosity got the better of me
as I crept down into
the Honeymoon Hotel basement
with the fearless librarian
who looked a bit
like Natalie Portman
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