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There’s a catch
in the carpet
so bright
so hard to tell
when one’s conscience
has been sopped up

Slurred names and blurry spaces
cigarettes and lust
double shots in plastic cups
our names in neon type faces
surprise, surprise
we’re burning up

Here’s cheers
for the backbeat
I’m dying like MTV,
first we put
the title to rest
burn out
the marquee

I’m a current
even after touchups
with buttons
for you to light up

© Jason Joyce, 2010

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