A Parallel Apparel.
Piecing together the limbs
of these faceless mannequins
Searching their tan plastic souls
with inept fingers, we fumble
Feeling up the beast
of self destruction
We are mutilating naivete
Torturing your quiet innocence
with a savage desire
Spinning manically
into senseless pristine nobility
A movie set. Script. Line? End scene!
Watching our cherished, our despised
dancing on and off the screen
Lovers whispering
through their maggot filled mouths
To monsters stripping
out of human disguise
Executing the wise
to rid them of a burden
Lobotomizing our baby dolls
to cure their paranoid schizophrenia
We slip through and under
drowning in the anesthetic ocean
We spontaneously combust
in our lazy-boy recliners
Sizzling, in awe and wonder
as our bad dreams excoriate divine
of these faceless mannequins
Searching their tan plastic souls
with inept fingers, we fumble
Feeling up the beast
of self destruction
We are mutilating naivete
Torturing your quiet innocence
with a savage desire
Spinning manically
into senseless pristine nobility
A movie set. Script. Line? End scene!
Watching our cherished, our despised
dancing on and off the screen
Lovers whispering
through their maggot filled mouths
To monsters stripping
out of human disguise
Executing the wise
to rid them of a burden
Lobotomizing our baby dolls
to cure their paranoid schizophrenia
We slip through and under
drowning in the anesthetic ocean
We spontaneously combust
in our lazy-boy recliners
Sizzling, in awe and wonder
as our bad dreams excoriate divine