Nachos and Fever

She whispers to a crowd
Of infatuated syllables
Rusty old voices in pre-trial measurement
Baffled by the continuation of rectum disorder

They’re selling branches like expensive brownies
And mermaid cats to the geniuses
Provoked and secured in dirty talk
Lip sync artistry being murdered by a thousand cuts of lunacy

Why should she claim that abandonment is important?
Cheap public intercourse
The galleries, cornfield tattoos, unavailable obsession
‘Til I was certain I sprinkled your eyes with gunpowder

That day when she died
They were supposed to interview mummies up north
For the academic excellence
Printed on her brown stockings

We carried examples from deeds and random disappearances
Pointing an orange water gun to a camel’s head
The publication of unsigned cruelty
In declining ethical conclusion