my drama ~ 12.8.1986/age 16

      the silken touches of self-delusion
      skate on the concrete ice.
      Mystery lies in its ambiguity
      for one never knows what hides behind the curtain.
      Like a game, it's
      curtain #1, 2 or 3,
      now, which will you be?

      You may seem to be one,
      yet can become another
      so you jump from you to you to you.
      Oh, the drama of madness,
      oh, the drama of it all.

      How it is simply a myth of contraception;
      such an ineffective barrier.
      Anxiety flies left and right
      the politics are trapped in my wings
      too heavy to fly, such a lack
      of synchronization.

© 1986/2001