MAY 2007
The Mask of Life '07
Delete logic for the emotional showdown
To force
the sharp words forward, tolerate
The
police museum of murderobilia with
A death
chamber roll of the eyeballs; the
Cliff
hanger, finale, rerun, returns where
Wow,
the TV truck’s in town. You’d
Think
it was something real important.
Not
everyone here puts on a mask.
Jim
Barnes says, “only the ones who
Like to
play god, advertise the saints
And
saviors we struggle to become.”
N’
Daryl just wants to talk like a robot.
Lee Ann
wears her passion as though
You can
take a stroll with death itself.
Attitude
of heart advertises spirit inherent
And you
don’t have to be gay to be good
at
something, straight ahead gaze, blank
robotic
disengagement, too busy testing
God’s go
between message relays, sign
Of a
savior, not the first, and not the last.
Carol
Tate made homecoming queen
And got
to sit on Dewey’s white cow.
Kindergarten kids decorated her with
Flowers
for the “moon-cow-goddess”,
Got the
idea off the School Internet.
Goddess
Europa on a white bull, garlands
Of
sacrificial sentiment, the cow-girl and
The high
life moon swinging girl all have
Irvin says, “go to Smokey’s to eat or
Up to
the Mount Olympus if you want
To get
more god-like. He says you
Can see
Cupid’s bad aim in there,
Because
the devil’s got his own
Microbrew right here in Sunnyside.
Don’t blame Cupid on
whom all emotions
Rise and
fall, his wild and fancy aims are
Wanting
to cause mankind to berate love,
Mistake
enervation for a passionate libido.
Donny told how immigrants hereabouts
used to
pray to the latitudes against
Evil
and turn around to the longitudes
To pray
for rain and good weather.
Different mothers. longitudes of weather
In their
latitudes of prayer and sworn evil,
All
products of separate bastard creation
Rev. Jones tells us we’re the product of
Separate creations, legacy of Bastards,
Halloween religion and high spirits.
That
didn’t get on TV. Seems like every
Sunday
they all got some kinda mask on
Whether
they want to wear one or not.
Where
religion begins with its Halloween
Village
dressed as different gods on the
Green,
the mask of life, the old Grimnir
Playing
god for a day, dancing late into
The
night, party of bobbing animal heads
Sloshing
in the amniotic fluid of mankind
While
the dog’s jowl celebrates a birthday
And the
devil delivers his own microbrew.
Okay, shows over, they’re zooming out.
But,
its not like the live dolly shot where
The
camera backs over a cable, picture
Turns
jiggly and you hear a guy scream.
This’ll
be a good season opener twenty
Years from now, we’ll look
back in horror.
