Pretty but absent
Here's about
I should go
To the city
Where neon abounds
Gasp
I could get a hat
That glows
In the dark.

Liquids and meats
Bones and lies
Make us
what we are
A seemingly
Simple recipe
With so much
Mystery.

I was seduced
by that plump apple
a symbol of poison or temptation?
but who says seduction has a
negative connotation?

I was standing there
eye-ing it across the smoke filled space
red and full
a true vision of beauty

It was very inviting
in a way that was deathly silent
Yet I bit my nails
in anticipation
of taking one step closer

what if it's deceiving?
what if it's just called sinning?

My heart pushed me forward
I felt it within my ribs
My mind pulled back
it always worries

what's a human to do?
stuck in the middle
between these two?

Knowing the nature
of curious humanity
I took a step forward
and took a bite

It filled my mouth
with sweetness
one that imprinted its taste
in my memory
for years
to come

Did I sin?

The curtain frays at the edges
Unwinds, disobedient
Only to reveal
No bed (where one should be)

Dainty white muslin
Conflicted, floats
Away from the pane
More like a halo (than a shroud)

Here, in the cage of your mind,
Lies a mandolin
Hollow (with no music in its heart)

Towards another window
Its brother may lie
Born of nothing (but of itself)

I know now. Redemption hangs in the balance between the fertile crescent and the great pyramids.
The Genesis and the deconstruction.
The dowsing of the flame and the re-combustion.

We're all promised what we won't find. That's why you build up hope and waste your time.
Your position as protagonist will have you looking for exceptions, but we're all just clay living in the third dimension.

Clocks twirl and sing to remind you to keep doing what you're doing, but you would anyway, so who are they fooling ?

They're just as useless as the dollar or the president, or the concept of rules to our residence. And you can't shake the feeling that removing yourself would be best.

Though you're probably right, because our stagnant plight is leading to the roots and dirt. (It's clear as day)
But no one can stomach this, frightened and ******, so with new ideals or meanings we will flirt.

Be free.