The Puppet Show
I'm tired of strolling through
looking like I've something to do
amongst hordes of catatonic chatterboxes
that go off soon as their slot is tended to,
electric accordions churning out Mickey Mouse melodies,
and I stroll through
dummy lips plastered on my face
tied back like an oriental pony tail
and a puppeteer in a red white blue kimono
pulls them up each time

a member of the pack turns their head to me,
they smile,
their eyes gleam simple recognition,
their lips curve up and
bulge tremendously of
lipstick,
they tear my flesh apart with their suppressed canine teeth and
foam all over my fauceted blood,
let loose let loose
finally I am let loose
to scream and throw seizures like daisies at
the horde,
to flow uninhibited
no longer bored,
but I feel frowning
drowning me
in disapproval

now I know
how to swim