Cross Bronx

some people say not always laughing
sometimes upon the night is not glittering mist
wandering wondering seen through dark trees
some people say what can it be
swollen silence
then a fat girl jumps into a pool
plop! A surprise
no water! things are like
that sometimes nothing never goes right
when you dream from within and without
the darkness gathers into a muddled heap
inside your head twitching like Jello
that’s the way things are
sometimes there’s no reason
sometimes

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