A plastic grin

Blinking.
soft touch,
soft hands.
on the table.
hard time,
mirrored in a window.
stench of the deny,
with pitch black hair,
devouring the screen.
thick mist enveloping,
the crystal eyes.
All the time...
waiting in the shadow,
the silhouette of a building,
the ventriloquist in the rafters,
with the pigeons.
Mocking the sounds of pedestrians,
and cars passing by.
Itching, and wincing,
white noise,
soft serve of wires,
inverter,
of memories,
a plastic dream,
inserted,
a paper wave,
and Styrofoam,
life,
paper cut outs,
soft hands on the table,
made of cake,
and water.
Stay away face in the corner.
the sayings on the skin,
written,
and then crumbled up,
tossed out,
removed...
and forgotten...