The Smiling Dumb and Serious

Like violence in the shape
Of real things
Stare at someone unfamiliar
«Side by side» write little girls
My silence fills the space
For real things
Chairs for anyone immaterial
And upright like crippled worlds
The smiling, dumb and serious
Shake like broken plans
In the cold, bright and interior
Place of open dams
In corners
We hide, hollowed
From our cores
From sockets
From fossae
Peeled and torn
In corners
Imagined
Without mouths,
Created
Eyeless instead,
Ethereal, blinded
In corners
With sisters
Doubled back
Unloved
Inspired
Hollowed
From our cores
Peeled and torn
Welted and worn
A figure
Waits in corners
In sockets
In circular mouths
Toothed, ragged
Bitten and holy
Spiraled,
Fretful
Fearing
Sweltered and sweet
A tune
Of mayhem
And mired
Ministries
Without mercy,
Without grace
Swirls through
Madness we catch
In jars
To savor
To cherish
In corners
In sockets