Dancing with the Scars

We are all wearing masks:
Showing up to the show,
Dressed in our insecurities.

The waltz plays,
We hear the music,
The show begins:

The shortest skirt in the room
Twirls in and out of pain,
Seductively seeking attention –
Anyone to lick her wounds.

The largest ego
Swallows down his faults,
While burping up his pride,
Strategically searching for a woman –
A trophy-girl to mask his pain.

Won’t you step out onto the dance-floor?

We are all on stage:
Watching our wreckage put on an act,
Smiling at our emotional bruises,
Dancing comfortably behind our masks.

Catfish

One-liners are the best.

They
Hang on the edge of brevity –

And
Mingle with the idea of time.

One line,
in line,
online.

She waits for his line…

She
Hopes for a subtle change,

And
Waits on promised time –

One line,
in line,
online…

She waits for his line.

1. catfish
someone who pretends to be someone they are not online to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

New Money

You are the possibility of something new:
Mint green money, freshly pressed.

Your smile beckons the horizon,
Your lips bring in the tide.

You are the idea I’ve been waiting for:
The stroke of genius I long for.

The lines on your face spell love,
The glint in your eyes breeds desire.

From afar I wonder,
At a distance I watch –

Putting together the What could be’s, the maybe’s, and the maybe not’s…

Man of Steel

Trim
ClickClick
Trim
Extend.

A human machine
I Am,
Working, folding, turning.

The child of capitalism –
I repeat, produce, consume.

Extend
Trim
ClickClick
Trim.

As gears turn within,
They
Bolt, join, connect.

Mocking the human hand,
Diluting human process:

Metamorphosing our bones to steel.