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One Night in Downtown Flushing
The gates of hell were opened wide
and beckoned me within.
Alas I can’t read all the signs
Because my name’s not “Chin”
I wandered through emporiums
Overwhelmed by sights and sound
If you would like a duck or goat
I’m sure one could be found.
Bubble tea and sushi bars
Compete here cheek and jowl
And from the Karaoke bar
One hears a drunkard howl.
A slightly built masseuse then smiled
And gestured me come in
But they’d be no “Happy Ending” there
Because that “she”’s a “him”
I wandered dazzled and confused
And doubts arose a pace
Is this not Roosevelt Avenue?
Has Flushing been erased?
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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