The Nothingness of things*

They did the running man on the beat drop of
DJ Snakes’s Propaganda from Encore,
Suddenly, she missed a step and toppled over,
He started laughing,
And the one that had toppled was also set unto the
laughter train,
Still laughing hysterically, he managed to steal a
little kiss from her pretty damaged damaging lips,

Let’s go,
Where? She asked,
He said,
Leave your sorrows on the table,
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window,
There is so much trouble to get into,
So he held her hand and asked her if she would like to
listen to his Jermaine Cole record on his old gramophone,
She fucked with Jcole,
So they went,
Poetic lines,

Young soft breaths into the nightly night,
And there they were, at 4 pm,
Laughing at the nothingness of things.



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