The handbrake is finally released, the darknesses yield
To the supernormal light of silver shadowed howard
Hughian Las vegas , where paul delvaux nudes with massive fruit
Bowls welcome, the visitor to the infinite showing of yves decline
Rhapsody in orange, the doctor beckons behind the complexes
To the boy turned by fate into a george melly similitude,
Whats going on governor? What indeed? The eyes probe
The reasoning and technology of the moment, forlorn
He looks to the apple-pie sky, and sees scooting across the heaven
A mitsubishi agm, zeroing down on his stolen identity
It was me, the English kid in Manchuria, the bleak and blatant
Fallout, an ever present dissatisfaction with the cup of cha smugness
Brutalised by juxtapositioning history with the cheap bar in Santa
Whatever, deserted by the acrophobic, the heights reached by chilly
Realism, the doctor inspects one of the personalities, closer than
It is altogether necessary, the pilot in the cockpit, waves, crash
In the surreal unity of life, the car, a blue cadillac comes to a halt.
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