dogpoet

Evil can be masked
By it's own illusion.

Come to me child,
Dance to the beat of the drums
That will disappear behind velvet curtains
Dance with me
The dust swirls up
As I lead you
Farther and farther

I play tag with the horizon
And she always wins.
Each time I think I catch her silhouette 
Tracing the mountains and far oceans
-In soft pinks and blues-
She wafts ahead
In fresh mint
And disappearing orange

I have two minor characters in my play. The first one, Dave, is a concieted actor who is always distracted and on his phone. He is Fernando's competition for the male lead in the play.

That my fingers are frozen half-way through motion.
That each time I grip my pencil to write right, it is a reminder of what is wrong.
That I am a different kind of different.
That
My motivation comes from a vision of the future

At night
When the elusive vail of sleep is fluttering in and out of my vision
I think about the earth
And I worry.
I imagine polar bears and penguins
Green Sea Turtles and Asian Elephants
Huddled together 

Let us die then 
If we are not beautiful
The mirror takes a little piece of her self-confidence
And tucks it away
Out of her control
Out of her possession
Out of sight,
Out of mind