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MAY 2007



 

The Mask of Life '07



 

Delete logic for the emotional showdown

To force the sharp words forward, tolerate

The police museum of murderobilia with

A death chamber roll of the eyeballs; the

Cliff hanger, finale, rerun, returns where

 

Wow, the TV truck’s in town. You’d

Think it was something real important. 

 

Not everyone here puts on a mask.

Jim Barnes says, “only the ones who

Like to play god, advertise the saints

And saviors we struggle to become.”

N’ Daryl just wants to talk like a robot. 

Lee Ann wears her passion as though 

You can take a stroll with death itself.

 

Attitude of heart advertises spirit inherent  

And you don’t have to be gay to be good

at something, straight ahead gaze, blank

robotic disengagement, too busy testing

God’s go between message relays, sign

Of a savior, not the first, and not the last.

 

Carol Tate made homecoming queen

And got to sit on Dewey’s white cow.

Kindergarten kids decorated her with

Flowers for the “moon-cow-goddess”,

Got the idea off the School Internet.

 

Goddess Europa on a white bull, garlands

Of sacrificial sentiment, the cow-girl and

The high life moon swinging girl all have


Irvin says, “go to Smokey’s to eat or

Up to the Mount Olympus if you want

To get more god-like. He says you 

Can see Cupid’s bad aim in there,

Because the devil’s got his own

Microbrew right here in Sunnyside.

Don’t blame Cupid on whom all emotions

Rise and fall, his wild and fancy aims are

Wanting to cause mankind to berate love,

Mistake enervation for a passionate libido.

 

Donny told how immigrants hereabouts

used to pray to the latitudes against

Evil and turn around to the longitudes

To pray for rain and good weather.

 

Different mothers. longitudes of weather

In their latitudes of prayer and sworn evil,

All products of separate bastard creation   


Rev. Jones tells us we’re the product of

Separate creations, legacy of Bastards,

Halloween religion and high spirits.

That didn’t get on TV. Seems like every

Sunday they all got some kinda mask on

Whether they want to wear one or not.

 

Where religion begins with its Halloween

Village dressed as different gods on the

Green, the mask of life, the old Grimnir

Playing god for a day, dancing late into

The night, party of bobbing animal heads

Sloshing in the amniotic fluid of mankind

While the dog’s jowl celebrates a birthday

And the devil delivers his own microbrew. 


Okay, shows over, they’re zooming out.

But, its not like the live dolly shot where

The camera backs over a cable, picture

Turns jiggly and you hear a guy scream.

This’ll be a good season opener twenty

Years from now, we’ll look back in horror.

 

 

Photo by Eugene Brown
 

Copyright Jimmy Warner, 2011

 

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