By Jojo Guo
I wish I was a machine,
Wish I worked Wish I worked Wish I worked.
Thrusting up the loading bar,
As easy as flame on fuel.
Twist the knob I’d stop-stop to twist the knop,
I never stop
I never stop
I never stop
Speed!
empty track
Alone on the bank of executed victory!
Cues in the flood: an inch taller and shoulder width,
a small favour
from big nature!
He says it’s too much!
He says it’s not enough!
The rate of productivity in the bending
bending
bending of his knee!
The grid of the
circles of the
lines of the
spotlight webbing him in his turgidity 90 degrees
beheading with the strength of flash advertisement
an instant mimic of a greater movement big enough
to fill his tiny heart his songs inflated as airy as he
his storms cotton-stuffed ori ori ori origatsunami No more of these.
No more of these.
No more lab lights.
No more zoo dynamic.
No more feeding leather with honey-coloured-piss.
No more songs half sung.
No more microwaved freshness.
No more plastic rock ‘n’ roll.
No more lifesizelifesizelifesize dreams.
I swear I won’t tell you the same story again
I swear I will get out of myself I can
Finally I’ll sing a song, without words to right my wrongs
Or to write my wrongs
I’ll spit all out
No tears chewed over
Go faster I’ll catch up with you I can
The thunderstorm will be bigger than my brain
No more big day light through my electric bulb
No more plastic Rock ‘n’ Roll
I’ll be nameless and you’ll remember me, hopefully
I don’t wanna be the immortal moth again
Let me be prepared to die this time
Fire up