STACK THE ZIG ZAG:

Clean the gutters. Make everything pristine, re-set to zero.
Fast cars, black cars, waiting outside hotels for pick-ups.
A train, a banana, Toy Town, Media City humming, hissing,
transmitting to the world. A fly, trying to escape, crashes
a window that never opens. Lone men walk with pockets full of
knuckles , cases run on wheels, following signs to tv gardens.
Get balls through hoops on patches of green surrounded by
high security fences, locked gates, keep ’em out.
New universe.

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