Engineer the archetype of forgery
With insistent protocols that won't take no
Technical support is complimentary
In suicide parlors where channel surfing is vogue

Admire the diorama of a sweetened death
From behind a blindfold, a smile fixed in nails
Borrow emptiness and make it yours
But dot the i's and cross the t's
Scoring the wings of angels to feather and bone
With scotch tape and paper clippings
Mind gets recycled backwards
Through the navigational delusion
Until this trojan hearse
It terminates...its thread.