" He sits in a coffin
He negotiates;
He negotiates;
Earthily imbued
Yet flames kiss him tenderly.
What has identity resolved?
He asks himself this unmitigated deep.
Thrown against facades
Yet flames kiss him tenderly.
What has identity resolved?
He asks himself this unmitigated deep.
Thrown against facades
He mates with illusions
He craves for the deep
He craves for the deep
Yet only gratifies the flesh.
Overlooked, Overcooked - what's his game?
Overlooked, Overcooked - what's his game?
He thinks when it rains
Maybe the mask is becoming loose
Time to face the realistic music once again."
Time to face the realistic music once again."
A unsatisfied con-artitist's point of view.
1 comment:
'He mates with illusions' - that was such a true line ... three cheers to this poem...!!!
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