Pseudorealism
A pencil has an eraser
But you used a pen with ink
To write your words into the temple of my head
At this moment as I think
I dream and my mind screams with contempt
at what you said
On the precipice of conceit
There’s a sticky veneer
That I would avoid, steer clear
The adhesive is black
As murky as an abandoned city street
As cold as my feet on a winter’s morning
People are words, actions, expressions
Teaming with questions of the why, how and what
And as I try and keep pace
I am beleaguered with doubt
Stumbling about asunder
Hanging on the words
The dramatic and absurd searching
For the vortex of impact


Is the realness of one
Masked in generosity
Layered in idiocy
Only to be replaced with depravity
This is the machination of the two faced coin
So gird up your loins with patience
And prepare
Be wary and be scared
And coast through
In care, it’s easy to lose you
Easy to be redefined
If they take too much at once
So beware
Be scared
A pencil has an eraser
But a pen smears with ink
Let go of quick decisions
And be encouraged to critically think
One shuffle through the pattern
Can cause a big quake
So catch the mistake before the making
Cause lead gets dull, but ink contaminates
Like a knife to the heart
Beware of the machination
Don’t be a victim of the riddling two-sided coin

11/26/2008