I’m a sucker for dramatic scenes 

Born at, the elevator free, 13th floor

in a hospital at the crossroads of blues

Thirteen minutes after the midnight hour

In a time when mom wore a petticoat and

dad spend his last paycheck on blue suede shoes.

I’m a fan of all that’s foggy and dark

Raised in an era of protest, pot and peace

down on the corner of dirty old factory lane

News was presented in black and white

modern-day misfortunes still to be discovered

being bad meant punishment with a cane

I adore the unidentifiable Film Noir

Living life meaningless just for the art

of being importantly abstract and obscure

Imaginary progress made into advanced delusions

the complexity of life an utterly new world scam

simple mindlessness probably the ultimate cure

I’m a sucker for illusive poems

Especially the ones I can’t comprehend

when words make reality unrelated disorder

Expressions of other disconnected souls

facilitate the rewiring my mental switches

withholding me from crossing a deadly border

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