Fronting the Scenery

Childhood cavalcade upends Serial stage pestilence The kind of poisonous air barricade That shunts the stitches when they twitch open Human mind, they said Stock in storerooms with mascara Legitimate front to foot the system With a pedal to the heart attack machine When fanciful rage chops green Evenly cut to make the barrage simple As stacks of fallacy float out the door All the clown scenery comes tumbling down