Sensible design
Paradise
pallets paradise
backdoor
scrap markets with a vice
paradise
and black-lights out from scrolling through crap paradise.
A
sensible district design, paradise liberated charisma paradise liberal
mood-lighting device, moon’s shine on the garden.
Paradise,
the pacing sunset left you breathless. Paradise rallies the troops under the
influence, networks anti-social crack, litters the archive; cosy between our
palms. Parardise looks like a thread marching to communion.
-so
and so has left the chat-
Paradise,
post-imaginary and never surrender
Paradise
play sullen
Paradise
were you sad?
Paradise
solidarity
Paradise
injustice
Paradise
love
Paradise
pose
Paradise
jade
Paradise
vibe
Paradise
outrage suggestion box
Paradise
trend and breakdown
-paradise
shared your vows-
Paradise
lonely island fix
Paradise
with footnotes for every hymn
Paradise
has learned a nihilistic diction for all our beautiful things
Paradise
gets you off white with hooks
and
colourways to drag you right back by the senses
Paradise
can now scribble in your doctors’ cursive
Paradise
paradise paradise
You’ve
got to be well-read to move
-from
addiction to prescription-
Paradise,
for fiends with a taste for nice things,
For
revolution
Paradise,
post-imaginary and back to never surrender
Paradise,
airbrush
Paradise, no image goes live otherwise
Plunder
paid
no mind to the limp of conscience
that
sad shuffle, presuming naivety buried
it
leaves behind the wound of an impish ego
there
is reasoning to doubt the mist
-the
shower’s mirrors, the affirming drizzle -
woke
to counting drops as dawns
only
the rose, bud and apparition with the speedpoint
-recognize
self in the clamor-
make
room to vanish
to
be silent
unseen,
unheard
to
the shadow who stutters
Who,
like the dew and self
Like
the rose and bud
Who,
like the candle and match
on
plunder’s terror, lingers
all
steam, all day and ash after
these eyes were younger then
they look too composed
seem to never smile
feel deranged, unkind
sexless dissonance dressed in
rhymes
They
are no mascots of wonder. Compassionate reflection is a privilege only the
deceased cherish.