‘Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.’

Recreation

Recreation built half steps trips major minor transactions sentient
bandages warped around smiles of retribution heads fastened
and racked with teeth kid I you told you beseeched some almost

Mutant gifts shale dismal answer slipping eyes as the built mercy
crumples what passes concrete facings paradise prevailed lately
pored over the aesthetics tumescent humiliation turned towards

Black eyed speech dead consonants you have to say coagulated
blondes or whitehaired half baked excerpts from recent hair wars
you had no parting in you had savaged corpses walking chic

On the runways of Paris New York Milan Rome brings purgatory
pleasure of cut and bone limbs glimpsed arches sensual among
happy girders music uplifted angels opened their nascent

Wings aslant solitudes flesh piled indifferently sends days molten
rose through black seared cooled crusted collapse arrangements
kept heaped latent briefly dying has nothing to fear yet from

Successive occasions brought balance back in to the foiled hands
at the crested fluted ice sculpture met the stale future the future that
tastes chewed cud the curled tongue flaccid understanding

Inherent pain begins its long drawn again withered instructions on
how to cut smooth paste amend the various corners of a quiet life
engenders between fogged windows where you solace seek light

To flake soft with extracting some measures some phases said as
dusk aware and unaware and partially available to the nodding
heart some last push impertinent pleasures towards this infernal

Scenery of recreation