Needless Things: Spinning and Sardonically Grinning

Two skulls ignite in neon flame, Orbiting circles without a name. Jawbones clatter, teeth like knives, Mocking the dark with electric lives.

Round they whirl in a radiant trance, Glowing specters locked in dance. Hollow sockets, endless night, Reflecting shards of fractured light.

Their grins are cruel, sardonic, sly, A cosmic joke beneath the sky. Each revolution, sharper still, A carnival spin of menace and will.

They twirl, they mock, they never tire, Two neon skulls in a ring of fire. Forever spinning, forever sinning, Forever sardonically, wickedly grinning. NNN