hard-core asphalt
past
street-lights and swaying motorway overheads
we ate
in the road
deep gulps of rape-streaked
mustard
johny2bad
racing for the border
helmeted and hidden
in the well
of a frozen lift-shaft
always, always watching his back
as
we
disappear
yet
again
together
into
one
more
multi-strafed
techno-color
dream
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