Mental hospital sheek standardized curtain rods to operate on a quiet line.
Cutting apart the drapes and styling the scraps like snowflakes,
But it’s raining pills instead.
Mannequins stand guard,
Hosting visions window-shopping
For traffic, mastering the above the waist approval.
Head nods.
Crooked smiles.
Pierced ears, septum and the tongue
To pin down tasty fashions.
Posted in the window frame
Were moving pictures. Shadows made useful
From off the glowing screen.
Company becomes
In conversations had
By people ignoring people
Ignoring people ignoring people. Outside a man shouts
Instructions to commit the perfect crime.
But it’s past bedtime.
Dreams only become
To people playing dead.
