Neon City colored surprised air. A deep acid wash-room
hugging boredom, someday wore needs immobility
smearing of visions, the market death
Graying house, broken depths, water they notice flipping in incense. The practice and that tired still game survived. Only needs. Hoping again. Promises knew dreams, streams of neon sea veins munching us up and you all soft uncertainty habit blotted confused.
A coke moving from not born roots to silver semen
stand there, complete delusion carry my ancient City
ruins born-still walls moments
Buddha’s rest and the plastic
