motionless, inoffensive beige mannequins
stare with purple glass eyes. reflecting
windows in a grey plaster store

shopkeeper embraces
handles a broomstick
his sense is swarming
turns on a television
death and corruption
death and corruption
broadcast test patterns

no retribution for the cold and weak
a quack, hands in pockets, prances past
a roughly-edged black and white photo
of a specific eventful sunset, noteworthy
in the limitless notebook, a prime number
dated, thoroughly checked off, presented
the outer design is undeniably fractal
it is packaged in crushed red riches;
the coloring is so very numbing
the experience is so humbling

A physical form is misplaced
the blueprint is just blank points
faulty articles of a future failure

(I haven't been led to believe
that something makes a good anything)