Apr 03, 2006 01:12
Jury
Under passing moments
when everyone is rushing
to build the bigger bridge
over deeper water
All stained lips smiling
and averted blues
pretending not to notice
that you are sequestered
Stay the privileged toy
We keep you unkempt
(as if it would
make you appealing or
a people person)
Who else could amuse us
with paddy-cake games?
We'll toss careless gestures
as bones over our shoulders
that might compel you to ask
"Am I alone in here?"
You'll go looking under every rock
and shoving your fist
into every hole
until all the snakes in your garden
have bitten you,
and you sit among us,
near death and full of venom
Because you thought masks
were similar to faces
writing,
past