not human,not accepted,not even found

different  written with a D  in the chalk dust symphony
Awkward hit with the A -travels in the blood they gave
and the layers that were traced onto me
created slopes of infamy

my face says smash in case of emergency
broken fingers kept in a locked box
and eyes rolling out to sea
Judges handle covers to protect the sanity
wallpaper pasted across the smiles nailed amongst the inventory

tongue force feeds the greed ,conversation hid in me
​​​​​​​injected safety curls the blood stream a white water tourist ride
smooth white pressed hounds
drift through lace dancing dresses
that skim across marble floors ,rapid in the silent execution

on a small town friday night street
​​​​​​​my head bowed in that alcoholic prayer
young girls fling mocking tones 
which smash and splatter on shop glass fronts

i write in the paving slabs crusted top
​​​​​​​different with a D