Paradise Is Wanted
Paradise is wanted.
Holy rollers of the market.
Sign up on the dotted line.
Don’t stop before you started.
The social crime is lifted.
Prisoners without halos.
Jargon sequestered.
Words like toothless gaps.
The charm of near distance
In a disturbing commons.
Food raves of swallowed fate.
You nibble on justice.
You went away to college.
Determine another angle.
No sleep but dry goods.
Odd lots of all phenomena
In your newsprint consciousness,
And sales of use value,
Are bearly visible as gestures
In a panoply of head feints.
Utopia of the slamming door.
The poor wretches dividend.
Executioner of the ego.
Roots of physical time.
Blasted pieces of life source.
Stray bullets at a carnival
After the magician disappears.
The awesome brute of form
And the space beast.
Edges of the sea up to the elbows.
A contagion of favelas
Caught in a trash patch.
Fishes are swimming
Once more in that oily soot.
Candid, pictorial intelligence
Removed from its sacred crypt,
By the televisual.
Vital indignities
Of human interference
Roving in the subterranean.
The flower is hardly growing.
The ice age is advancing.
The child is kidnapped by kitsch.
I recharge my wish pack.
You misplace my elephant.
I guess the window is open.
Notation is drifting away.
Raw metaphors are derided.
No one agrees with me anymore.
You spoke to me again,
Around midnight,
Behind the knife and fork
Of melancholy.
You once had a burning purpose.
Your eyes moved without effort.
The world was your motivation;
But the scorned prism disclosed you
In its eight divisible rays of light,
And now you are mumbling
In an unforgivable darkness.
Holy rollers of the market.
Sign up on the dotted line.
Don’t stop before you started.
The social crime is lifted.
Prisoners without halos.
Jargon sequestered.
Words like toothless gaps.
The charm of near distance
In a disturbing commons.
Food raves of swallowed fate.
You nibble on justice.
You went away to college.
Determine another angle.
No sleep but dry goods.
Odd lots of all phenomena
In your newsprint consciousness,
And sales of use value,
Are bearly visible as gestures
In a panoply of head feints.
Utopia of the slamming door.
The poor wretches dividend.
Executioner of the ego.
Roots of physical time.
Blasted pieces of life source.
Stray bullets at a carnival
After the magician disappears.
The awesome brute of form
And the space beast.
Edges of the sea up to the elbows.
A contagion of favelas
Caught in a trash patch.
Fishes are swimming
Once more in that oily soot.
Candid, pictorial intelligence
Removed from its sacred crypt,
By the televisual.
Vital indignities
Of human interference
Roving in the subterranean.
The flower is hardly growing.
The ice age is advancing.
The child is kidnapped by kitsch.
I recharge my wish pack.
You misplace my elephant.
I guess the window is open.
Notation is drifting away.
Raw metaphors are derided.
No one agrees with me anymore.
You spoke to me again,
Around midnight,
Behind the knife and fork
Of melancholy.
You once had a burning purpose.
Your eyes moved without effort.
The world was your motivation;
But the scorned prism disclosed you
In its eight divisible rays of light,
And now you are mumbling
In an unforgivable darkness.