Befuddled, confused, disoriented.
Regarding time, place and person.
The world has changed.
No one smokes.
The cook has disappeared.
The air lies heavy.
Distance is nigh.
The sky is the color of peach and ash.
In the humid haze
A chunky teen boy dances,
Arms up in the heavy dawn sky,
Voice unchanged
He sings soprano, "I'm just a love machine,
And I won't work for nobody but you."
Ridiculous and sublime,
Anything but ordinary.
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