A Slightly Crooked Perspective ((Tilt your head and squint))

Slightly crooked picture frames
hang from an abstract wall.
Every time someone takes a breath
another picture falls.

Silly, childish chants echo
down silent, barren corridors.
The hypocritical priest walks along,
arm around the waists of wh ores.

Shades of grey emellish and emphasize themselves,
collapsing into tunnels of dust.
Pixies and fairies and unicorn horns,
lies and fakes and such.

Sweet redemptive failures
and slightly backwards tongues,
it all makes sense when the cookoo screams
and there's no more air for your lungs.