Disillusion

There is nothing more sacred in this life than things that are true Illusion bathe the earth in acid lights that singe when they mesh with reality and burst

This is our place:

Disillusion

in neon brilliance over the schools and churches and rigid blocks of administrative double-speak In this labyrinth, real and surreal, they and I, wander and scream

I rage against the machine till I am the machine I pound the six strings and yell ten million words all begging one ounce of sweet satiation all begging

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dropping to knees in exhaustion heart stopping beginning to die more directly smoke in my lungs color in my eyes

when from out the spite circumstance and sex a glimpse of that belly curve yours, with low eyes and carelessness