“Boarding a Paper Plane at Extra Pl.”

This is lofty poem I wrote about Extra Place. It’s one of those endangered hang outs in city. Very near and dear to me.

Weight seizes to exist and everything… Yes, Everything is soft.

Sweet. Rumpled but neat. Igniting a quiet riot on a empty street.

Embers emitting a glow that only the sunsets know.

The lack oxygen permits us to go insane… in memory of those slained by life’s game.

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