June 20
this is not a poem
it is a jaded dancer
masquerading as a poem
strutting her stuff
for a barfull of drunks
this is not a poem
it is a bleary old bear
masquerading as a poem
red-eyed and mean from waking
too early from hibernation
this is not a poem
it is a child's broken heart
masquerading as a poem
pummelled and trampled
and trodden in the mud
this is not a poem
in the end
it is all of you
and all of me
masquerading as a poem
and in the end
the masquerade
is all we
damn well have |