Survey Says

Domestic, tin foil teeth shred
subordinate layers of
subconscious.

Not naked, but shaved down to a
maniacal myelin sheath, where
the bed bugs sleep.

Acknowledging nothing new,
but from a nervous,
noveau perspective.

A lucky, translucent revolution.

The love child of sight and asylum.

Not the dogma of daytime television,
but a potty mouth, toilet talk
bed-pan decision;

Survey says:

I'm an operatic glycerin dream
away from dirty dish soap,
and not getting any cleaner.