Obscenity

A skeptic stands side by side with consequence.

Wearing silver shackles like bracelets.

A phone line jammed in the eye of ingenuity

replaced by a corrosion broker

who ensures your junkyard status.

An icon screams at your statue

melting your attachments,

Erasing shut your eyes,

Protecting your fruitlessness

from burial in the recycling bin

next to your portfolio of feeling.