entropical paradise/coughin nail

outside of my body and the universe
is something I can relate to

drifting uncomfortable demigods
through rhyme-less subconscious

here is the abstract
a blue body, rolled up like a cigarette

lapped by radio waves ebbing
on shores of distant islands

islands of authentic passion
in an ocean planet

petals in a poppy field
blanket the soil

every body dragging itself through
a smoke that wept and growled

a raspy voice instead of a clear one
inflects through humming
disembodied speakers

you, yeah you
you have cancer
everyone you know is cancer

but I didn't listen any further
I put poppy seeds in my mouth
and spit out flowers

weighing in on the scale of everything

prove
love
happiness
truth
enlightenment

deny
our
genesis
from
chaos

the anti-ideal
the proof
subliming
beggars
who chose life

eternities
encapsulated
infinitesimally
in subatomic
particles

quantum
foam
majestic
prison
in extremis

no-etry

thrown-on intellect throws off feng shui
in splattered chunks of information
non-sequitur clicking of the teeth
formerly gnashed below a thought-full tumor
spilling black bile like it was hopeless romanticism
receding into the inner circle
where everyone is god and everything
is neatly segregated
and you feel good about yourself
as the hangman begs for his leg
so he can feel the full dead weight of his body
as he drops into the rope you threw him