Plum Walls

The four plum walls
they do abhore
anything unsavory
unclean

The chicken scratch
on the walls
the scribble the scrat
an ancient consciousness

And here we are floating in space
running for office like as a race
forging freshly shaven productive faces
leaving only carbon traces

Sure these six squares
raked clean of all disease
painted and pure
adhere
ad here

Clinched fists
around the change
down to death she screams
and her beast only appears
in that ancient consciousness
the amalgam of minds
with supreme intent
for profit

But there is anger fester
in roots of trees
and fish-like eggs
in water colours
rainbow tellers
undone is the banter
that misinforms
pressure stress dorms
membrane memory short sickness
forget

The return does call
civilized men fall
no plum walls
hoops and dragons war
consumption of imagination is all.