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a so-called Luddite's metaphysical chisel sends sparks make the earth flat again turn the parking lots upside-down watch the splintered glass rain into the abyss when the bomb hits the bank I'll be laughing among the green tears on the sidewalk laughing in the whirlwind of shredded currency shoppers running past me with their hair on fire receipts like confetti being swept away human candles going together back to zero emptying the gas pumps for the last time complaining about the prices for the last time lecturing their children on the importance of building impenetrable magnetic credit card fortresses for the last time. darling, when you cut your throat with a sunlight-reflecting scalpel I thought the gape was a wide fruit-stained smile when you came closer I had to fill my eyes with the ashes of great men's bodies to soak up the tears & wear blindness as a comfort blanket lying on the sidewalk atop broken wings that someone's exhausted guardian angel left behind in the bank collapse aftermath I was in the boxing rink with seven singing androids when the nuclear breeze came through the coliseum tearing through the spectators like sawblades of light leaving them eviscerated but still unimpressed shadowy bouquets of billfolds jutting from the exposed seams of their guts and as blinking digital watches rained from the sky covering the floor of the rink as the androids tried to catch them in their mouths hell had risen into a raincloud and I knew why I was unscathed under the bittersweet breath of the mushroom cloud it was the rose that you my love left pressed between my twitching thighs believe now in the kiss amidst the rubble in the grope beneath the broken skyscrapers in the unprotected lovemaking atop a landfill surrounded by fallen helicopters rusting in the sun now looking like dead pterodactyls or the dark angels of progress smitten with oilslick eyes. our climax rattles through Junkyard Earth and is the sound of a yet-to-be-born baby weeping.
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