~~~~~~~~~~~mark ryden~~~~

smoke stacks in thick air

pressing heavy on my lids

drenched necks hang low

in weighted sways, shakes

tremble for the moment

found in genuine leather

a pleasantly priced candle

burning the loss and lost

in arranged pillowed

mechanically embroidered and purchased

in recoil

one step to comfort

discount paradise of scented soaps

indignant aroma lathers

my skin, luxury laid over

titanium staples

holding together the cracks

from the fall that everyone saw

amber in crackling ember

I watch the solution

unfold in swan napkins

a christmas tea set set

on shaky legs

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