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The Joker

joker
Elevator going up –

people jammed face to face –
third floor –
a joker rides
elbowing me

with his pride.

Up again –
some disemberk,
a joker stares – alone,
in the elevator
locked inside a machine
perspiration on my face,
legs weak  –

don’t faulter – make a connection
bring me to the top –
a joker lurks

no way out.

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