I'm Grinning

The Grin has passed its inspection

and has moved on 

to future intentions

with missing teeth and half a tongue

trying to make a connection.

Achieving nothing but this horrible stare

with no sign of recognition.

Through makeshift words 

and a few uttered phrases

I have come

to find what is beneath this wreckage

and release it.

Undermining chances of correctly recomposing

this decaying, fitful

source of information

is below me.

And never had I though

this lonely look of desperation

has the ability to see

and to perfect

this unknown inhibition.