diorama: crash test dummy builds mannequin her white picket fence
i once ate a penny hoped it would grow
puppet the life you build hands make hands
but it’s really all in the fence the face the squareness of the perimeter hedged neat
if all you wanted was my mouthhole you could have found
a better puppet white the picture manicured dream
american even with the dog shit 2.5 children the veil of the sprinkler
driveway tongue oil slick free spacious enough for an SUV sensibility
at night the windows illumined perfect glow of electric
candlelight happy afterglow scent of cinnamon pumpkin wafting out
diorama: mannequin writes a love letter in the dark
an atomic cloud of milk curdle
sickness rises to your lips
so long since you had seen the said if you can find me
it dawned
upon you
my hands
hold nothing the useless things
the useless things
so you burn peep holes drill with stem of your cigarette
lightblind
shield your eyes you won’t believe them
the Outthere will be different
than it seems
it seems
i would be
pheromones pasted on a screen
how long have you been waiting for your spaceship to leave behind
the mess of you