SHADES OF GRAY FIRE
Where are the crazes, where the mass out
running of needlessness,
who disobeys the order break free
always and wows you thin
lifed as you are then less then
turned to fizzy syrup breakthrough, there you
go over the same delays have
that extinct panic, stay straight-faced,
for summer clothes that pack like a dream,
for a new approach to nowhere else,
with soft seditious rains and the idle
urge to give a shit or two or else
and the order is barked melopop
oil fails somewhat, is beyond
the rainbow these flagrant shades of gray
were damages faces,
then should I lonely watch them out,
but the damages are craze
control run by remote fact-pushers on you
me and the speech we
breathe deeply alive, stop you don't
slip out we can always lift those
shades and a finger each at the sky orgasming,
gray ablaze, our faces fumes and echoes.
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