Paradise for sale

scarlet eyes beg
even
in
death

to be spared
the white walls,
(no spiders juxtaposed
or shadowed afflictions)

and the punctured ceiling tiles
(as keeping count serves
only to distance)

subjected now to rejection
as the universe rejects a tree
that falls in silence,
subject to
give credit,
overall to submit, after
touch and touch of
structure,

annotated texts
become familiar
through breaks
that touch and touch
the margins.

gGravity prolonged you
as an ethereal being
trapped within
the confines of
righteousness.
oOne foothold closer
to sudden exposure
to grave
ingenuity,
carrying barely
an unstrung bow.

oh, the 2 o’clock-ish
anguish. giving
forth the later
taken back.
after reckless life
a holy death.
seemingly interred
with virtues,
bordering
intoxicating.
truth being
witness to
hellish intent.

let me let you know
that numbness consumes
the mind and
when numbed;

heartbeats are faint,
hardly felt,
heart sunk, cemented.

beating only
because muscles have
become familiar,
barely, accustomed to
beating.

articulated through white noise.
nullified; given any other chance,
opportune or otherwise.
a chance to decompose within
brick and mortals,
sin and cynics.

artifice curves dimensions
also, artifice.

it does
no good to fret
but
when eyes feel
as if
continuously molested
by any gleam,
incandescent ray
of light,

when all a body pleads for
is to write
and brilliancy is
a veritable necessity,

[tried writing in the dark already]

quite honestly
fretting consumes
less energy
than
giving up an urge.

I’ll tell you then
that you are thin
and have lovely mouse hair
and an air of sweet apple tarts
about you.

You pair well with
every wine
and then again
you are thin.

i’m never on
anymore

often drifting
and space-worn;
drifting off through
space, worn out
from space-drifting.

cleverly rotating around,
flipping about,
the core

of apples,
problems;
left sore.

acrobatic prowess
possessed,
progressing styles

from toppled to
twisted
and light reflecting;

on bellied beasts
rested and
resting.