The overpasses.
Like rusted scythes.
Swinging above us
Like pendulums.
Chop chop chop.
Mechanized claws.
A supernova in a coffee cup.
A wormhole in a black button.
An endless highway
As straight as a sword
As clean as lava
Burning your eyes out if you look too far ahead.
Egg yoke on the steering wheel.
The track is compromised.
Invites contamination.
A locust in a garden salad.
A nosebleed that fills a purse.
Disease on the tip of a metal swab.
Our lungs ache as we disappear into the plastic.
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