Two Lines Thou Shalt Not Cross

As charmed as unsure
the ashfall the asphalt
wears its yellow lipstick
crackling with gasoline

Give me good streets
no streets a roadless 
heaven but you're not
alive anymore and so

We are not here because
here is a reason and reasons
are defeats in orange 

Because of the addition
of the red to that mouth
less charming than impure