"En este mundo"
Tables turned around while coins are getting tossed.
In back of the world doors eat floors.
Golden beetles are the suns of Mars in olden jars.
Galaxy's stars are billions of minds away.
They rock and roll.
Busy taking souls.
Love taking in the TW4s.
Medication's vacillation is their rotation on a vacation.
Listening to the radio play dough.
Don't rock around the clock.
Jump around it.
Cells travel in blood.
Face, bodies, and minds are primitive paintings.
Making a living is a killing in Larchmont, N.Y.
Hold life tight with all its might.
Death will arrive but never leave.
Fly and cry a sigh but don't you ever die.
Takes time to know but it will always show.
Always riding over The Grand Concourse.
By Jonathan Billet
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