Show
us endless neon vistas
Castles
made of laser lights
Take
us to the shopping sector
In the
vortex of the night
Past
the shiny mylar towers
Past
the ravaged tenements
To a
place we can't remember
For
a time we won't forget
Here's
the hum of desperation
Heres
the test tube mating call
Here's
the latest carbon cycle
Here's
the clergy of the mall
Here's
the song of shear and torsion
Here's
the bloodbath magazine
Here's
the harvest of contusions
Here's
the narcoleptic dream
Told
my little Pollyanna
Here's
a place where we can stay
We have
come to see tomorrow
We have
given up today
Down
among the dancing quanta
Everything
exists at once
Up above
in Transverse City
Every
weekend lasts for months
Here's
the hum of desperation
Heres
the test tube mating call
Here's
the latest carbon cycle
Here's
the clergy of the mall
Here's
the witness and the victim
Here's
the relatives' remains
Here's
the well-known double helix
Here's
the poisoned waves of grain
Here's
the song of shear and torsion
Here's
the bloodbath magazine
Here's
the harvest of contusions
Here's
the narcoleptic dream
Here's
the hum of desperation
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