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By Chris Toll

A friend of the backbeat
is a friend of mine.
The hard times are behind me,
60 is the new 16,
and 28 is the new 53.
A priest opens a door,
opens his black umbrella,
and steps into a hymn.
I hate reality,
the Society of Susans finds a trophy in entropy,
and your eyes say, “Yes!”
The Indifferent Joker
guards his hoard of paper clips.
I’ll be a desperate 17-year-old bisexual virgin
till the day I die
(my friends will snort my ashes off the kitchen table).

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