Close to the soap

 The hospital beacon blinding me
shopping mall manic
fixtures stucco´d up night club ready
bounce like a buoy on the sea
The need to feed us mystery between the makeup

what comic god conditioned this
Boxes of useful and hear the salary
the number and recognition
purpose and path through toward important

chin tapering downward the upside down teardrop
cameras somewhere near like cleaning rags
for those hundred smooth surfaces
in which the fish look out of
instincts like a swim bladder

Make that flight turn up the heat
life´s need for a clown, a villian and a muse
which one confused itself with you
mirror blade to seperate yourself
the noise trails like a jetstream

Temple of the high society
pull a hook down
images to glue onto tomorrow
someone knows your name