your fumes carry futile thoughts
a highway of bright poison fog
driven up into a charcoal sun
with a cluster of broken flagpoles
deities of unbound space
swooping down to insult
these reeking tides of sour meat
dominated by nuclear rainbows
shoots of bamboo from an ancient well
protruding through a ring of moss
hooves following a river of spilled coins
burnt souls and the distortion of stone
eyes of ink in a web of dripping gum
from a jungle of mutated cum.
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