Monday, November 22, 2021

Poem: Face

 Face

 

plastic silk,

how it caters to docile daily games,

 

a relative of leather

yet less dead, a rigor-mortis preface

 

with a volatile, pert smile reflex,

and yet

 

the battle is lost

when dreams intrude,

 

such candid pain,

till cheeks pillow to mask

 

the starved pleading.






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