Dead Fuck

American ozone paradise:
The merry-go-round here is cheap.

Black, white, or plastic, no one
Bleeds (breeds) or speaks real color.
Dyed laughter throttles tents
In star-spangled suffocation.

Buzzing lights singe your hair off
Or a rollercoaster scream
Plasters it to your teeth.

Open wide, sweetie, for
Mega-watt hate, mask-strings
Squeezed like a hangover.

If it ain’t neon,
It ain’t dead.

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