Pandemonium

A poem of noises
A painting of words
Your head in the atmosphere
Life among the trees
Dancing to an otherworldly hymn
A hurricane of faces
Pandemonium
Fallen things

Curled bits of tempura
Hand so unsure
Injected poison
Broken toys
A universe full of stars and planets
With nothing friendly about it
We were made as second and third
Thoughts, unasked for.