That Tongue - Skeleton Key

There were looms inside her mouth

Spinning yarns like angry birds

And there were threads of lies and doubt

Getting tighter with each word

-Entwined in arcs

-Shaped like question marks

-That hung

-From that tongue

There were smokescreens blown so thick

You couldn’t see the pointed fork

And there were clues that darn and flick

Until the pie-hole blew its cork

-The storm had come

-Hot air wind shear from

-Those lungs

-And that tongue

-Those lungs

-And that tongue

There were floats all wreathed in red

Big phony flowers stained in ink

And all her nurses bowed their heads

Decked out in gaudy shades of pink

I watched them all

Line up for the casting call

Of a fool

Who believes

With his heart on his sleeve

-The storm had come

-Hot air wind shear from

-Those lungs

-And that tongue

-Those lungs

-And that tongue