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Mask

Robert Starkey

11-16-12

 

Mask

 

No sexual desire’s need not leathers

Distractions of day to day should, could be’s

Heavens flush its system for the weathers

Feeling as if there’s a moment to seize

As the conscious dulls the flat mountain tips

Wandering streets going where never been

Hurting the bottle to your lavished lips

Wrestling with cigarettes for the pin

Numb, dumb on rum till you’re stuck in the cup

Trying but no one takes you serious

Lost days has anyone yet found the pup?

Laugh like depression was hilarious

This is but a game until you’re out-played

Glued to the mask behind a masquerade