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