Black Gold Sidewalk Carnivals of Hoboken

A place where the streets are gold. A place where the streets are gold. This old brother, who doubled dribbled,can feel– it doesn’t matter much what, as long as it can be feeled. Feeled–revealed. Placed out on the sidewalk, repealed, danced in black trash bags, zip locs, scared. The boom box is fulsome, an event, if careful, you can peel the zip loc, sniff, and let Michael Johnson do what is right.

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