I like people who don't
trust people
Like a locked bathroom door
Protected from their own
Self exposure
But I just want to develop them
in black & white

Sell their silhouettes on the black market
Seeing what they're really worth

These are the people
with lures hanging from their teeth
like wind chimes or dreamcatchers

Bodies of abandoned carnivals

And people become like trespassers
On their unholy grounds

Here to document
the decay  
Caress the chipping paint
Hoping for tetanus

They wonder when they became
Archeology
Like the lost part of found