PARADISE LOST-- AND PARADISE FOUND-

Rosary beads and guns
fall floating  through the sun
 lace white gloves decorate  cracked ice
butts of half smoked cigarettes
salute aged old knights ,
who talk of crusades from artistic gothic platforms
​​​​​​​a corpse propped in Anonymous dance
leans into dry clay bricks
industry coughing ,
​​​​​​​remains writing collected sentences 

Laughter was being beaten to a colourful pulp
spilling a pleading whisper
just to see it fail searching the hollow sockets
for some twitching faith 
the redundant finger scratched at the more redundant face
​​​​​​​smiling at the muse naked ,spread,poetically posed
between hardcover and obvious decline

large items of drying clothing
impaled on gathering datelines
a dirty paisley rug shrouded a hidden bone
various pieces of food wrappers -tiny flags
torn down and given grace

a childsafe cap-vomited its decisions
small white circles ,smashed graves
​​​​​​​they collected in frightened huddle
​​​​​​​each daring the other to challenge there numbers  
​​​​​​​hieroglyphics fell in straight rows 
​​​​​​​instructions falsely tried 

and as he looked for the dancing trees
that fainted under grey/dull sky
the weighted eyes 
​​​​​​​became his last disguise