forward / foreword

Mother f-

Mother f-

Mother f-

through my mask—

feel my seethe

my teeth grate

like chalk

on a board,

aluminium

against bare fists.

feed me

need me

knead me

squeeze—me;

per—fo—ration,

ex—peri—mentation,

trepanning,

the divining.

Drain me,

bleed me,

tilt me

forward / foreword

prologue, epilogue, epicentre,

epigraph, epitaph—no sequel

so—sexual-our language

thee language,

out out,

hark hark harp harp,

art art, tarp tarp—covering,

my face, my body—protects

identify—or—identity

ident card, ID card

technically—replication.

~

Sometimes I’m drowning

| repeat “Sometimes” — I’m falling

| repeat — I’m surviving

| repeat — I’m failing

| repeat — I’m repelling

| repel / yell — I’m excelling

~

I am all that I am and more

All that I've ever been

and yet, more

~

The walls fail to close

enough around my sense of worth;

to distil the notion

I am but a passenger

in a wounded corporeal vehicle

of devastation and desolation

Will you follow me—into the storm

as my mask is off—and my guard is down

*

Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Compared to yesterday, 14th, today, 15th, was clearly a creative day. This is a completely new entry for the Masks We Wear challenge.

Here are some other recent things by me: