Chasing invisible trains on obscure railroad tracks
Season of glitter decay into lovely runaway flames
the fire plays at the wheels, a rainbow of feel
Ill colors forcing acid through my throat
Dizzy tye-dye moves in foul wavelets
Rippling in silence toward a sick framework of steam
A lurid terrorist masked confident by a disgusting air of color,
Only growing pompous by revulsion
Imagination eases out a reaching hand
and laughter shakes my shoulders into a splintering pain,
making me spit irony
A hacking throttle of my throat spins molecules
The air around me flickering as if holographic
At a certain slant of light, I twist my mind around
Sensationalism chipping its way out of my degree of silence
Stinging my eyes with lovely, gossamer
I sit wide eyed like a child as evil stares right back
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