the past the traffic light.
past lives to hear guitar solos discounted singers on command, effeminate voices.
the past to speed up the yellow
past lives screaming
the horn to say No, No, No
but he has already placed the brush on the glass, and then, No, No No, fuck, yes
the past to throw poison from the tube.
past lives to breathe the poison of the tube.
A change in the air strikes arbre magique
breathing synthetic lily, lavender lab.
screw black fingers, red eyes
loud noise, shock cough.
Too hot or too cold. Or too fake.
screw aligned with inhuman rhythms.
screw loose screws from empty. Screw
coached by
live well in this nothing plastic
black smog.
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