Nails coaxed in deranged notions
of how to speak
absent of excuse
their perception of the strange
Minds and eye holes open alike
yet still portrayed a cavity
ugly to be avoided
line the threshold of porcelain teeth.
How to sleep between
Polished plato clones,
whose gutter mouths spit up stars stolen
and Cigarette finger puppets,
whose nooses hang high in eye polluted skies
when shows skin marble,
but boils blood nicotine
Just stuck in someone else\'s sticky
fossilized in the concrete.
What to say when and where
words scribble
scrape cranium walls
or decapitate mid-sentence
and eardrums only but ashtrays
for those stars burned too faint
to illuminate their hollow head sockets.
Why speak anything at all
if voice serves solely to floss
between the royal and rotten.