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The Punchline of Every Joke

Arrived at Cleveland Hopkins Airport
We took the train back to our house
Hiss and rusted chug eastward out of mosaic tiled
Tunnel
First view of blubbering factory beyond a wall of
Cracked and broken train cars
Then Graffiti rioted
all color and overweight letters and
Simply:
RIP SUGARBEAR HONEY written in golden marker probably
Not even magic
then a Ford plant barely lingers
after that
broken windows on every other house and warehouse
assumed all empty but it is hard to tell
tired bushes and trees
teenagers board
“I was like fuck that”
“Fuck that motherfucking fuckhead”
Then our stop.
25th Street.
We are happy to be home.
Cleveland.

Scrawled on the walls of the Elevator inside the RTA Station on Lorain Ave. (Near the West Side Market) in Cleveland, Ohio.