
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.