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And my television flickered like a lighthouse.

And what was I supposed to do, but step into

its saccarine studio with UFO lights where faintly scented glossy teeth dabbed makeup on my cheeks.

"Oh, I started out at the display window at JC Penney's where I promoted the latest fashions, but I'm so close now,"

(A muted shrill red light flashed the gospel from a black box in the other room, and i too yearned to be reading it soon.)

So, I bummed a cig with Chris Wallace in the break room, tapping ashes on the floor like meaningless code.

"Chris!" I said,

"Why do I grow nostalgic when staring into oceans?"

"Why do I long to fall through the cracks in the floorboard?"

"Does a failed crop still have worth?"

And he looked at me, in stern repose, and replied.

"President-Elect Donald Trump met with famous rapper Kanye West today at Trump Tower. Kanye West was recently institutionalized for what has been described as severe exhaustion."

(And the red light still flashed the gospel)

But I yearned to escape such gutted sanctuaries.

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Poem 3 of 3 of pieces I wrote to try and wrest myself out of writer's block. This one is outdated and it might just be nonsense.

Feedback: 1-https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/907k2w/weed/

2 -https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/907dhl/test_the_waters_near/