The Aesthetics of Garbage

there rest
the bloodless carcasses of industrial prostitution

an epidemic of exploit hovering the landscape
like the torn pearl necklace scrambled between our sheets
encrusted in the sighs
of a hazy affair wired in soft gauze and tranquilizers

the remains of our hunger
devouring the canvass
where constellations of desire
entrench the sobbing crystals from ancient snowfalls
nostalgic like mascara spilling down porcelain ladies
a stream of mortality tearing open the bounds of perfection
her intranssient beauty slashed into circulation with
the black river's brush across time
choking space to expose our nerves
time crumpled to life

the glass mirages bulging into our cemented fixations with order
fill our pockets with lust,
our souls lost
in this mounting crave to inhale
our lips a cave
for murder and reproduction
the urban crib once virgin and free
we will tame
with colorful ejections of re-sculpted packaging
and the embers of perpetual demand

a provocative site
where destruction of the non-manufactured
will ignite our existence
still