The Smiling Us

As if a mirror is not enough
Seeing crotches and bareness all
Sweeping lengthy fingers of nails
Across
The length of droppingness you’re worried about
But no not nothing can be anything done
And in dressed up skin
Or an undressed pre-party chest
A-heaving
Excited wet teeth
Tappy
A chattering smile
Cheesing at a piece of you
And at once it’s gone in a minion minute
To leave a gentle mantle
Pretty enough to remain
Smile prints in your head

But oh!
What gluttons of moments we are
Refusing the passings of clock running
Snaring the non-stopping tick-tockings
Click-hogging on DCs
On silver knobbles with trigger happy fiddlydees
Stuck in moments too long, too round
Too wasted living a shot, a second longer
And all the lonely, lovely ones
Sadly try
Rubbing on stinging masks
Painted on with happy black colours
And get it stolen away by a godly flash
And the moment’s washed and faded
Merely cast in bits
To be swept and kept within lucidity of the past
For man to see
What surface freedom
What redness blown on faces shown
Sprawled naked across the world
To only give one man gold
And smiling us run amok cyberwards
To feed the deed of plasticity
Into bright liquid windows
Bright enough to grow five tonne heads

Well, Is that frozen bliss?