Soundbytes of jungle beat and garbled conversation.                                                                                                                                                                                I welcome the night when we must be people, and have conversation.   
  I stood there, listening, attentively to the                                                                                                                                                          					        Like a shot right through with a bolt of pain,
  prolixity of the dilemma of his heart.				                                                                                                                                                                                 I spot my protagonist.  Twisting my sobriety,
  And while I lit my Lucky Strike I looked up,                                                                                                                                                                                                      in the children's hour, I am weak but I am strong.
  around me.  Realitybytes. In a flash,                                                                                                                                                                                                                   In the flash, it all becomes clearer to me.
  it came to me. Stranger than paradise.                                                                                                                                                                                                                        A bomb-like, innerspace awakening.
  Voyeuristically, I observed the beauty                                                                                                                                                                                                            I want to scream out, scream out, against, it all. 
  skin deep, the barflies' barbed wire kisses,                                                                                                                                                                                                        "Ich bin ein Mensch. Ich war immer, ein  MENSCH!"
  the lounge lizards' distracted conversations,                                                                                                                                                                                                        Is my riposte.  Back to the present, my advice 
  the fluffers' clicks, the cool and deadly                                                                                                                                                                                                               is solicited.  I stood there, consoling,
  flirtatious machiavellian games.....                                                                                                                                                                                                                      sympathetically the dilemma of his heart.
  Only three degrees of separation,                                                                                                                                                                                                                         And while I lit my Lucky Strike I looked, 
  in this world.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                up around me. A repose lost forever?
       I welcome the night,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     I long for the flash to return again,
  when the music stops. =>                                                                                                  =>                                           =>                                                                                               as perhaps you do to.

							              Excerpt taken from
                                                                       "Aline 303" by
                                                                      Slyvie B. Charmer.

                                                                                                                                          

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