Masquerade
We create so many masks,
so many masks to hide behind.
We hide our face features,
to hide ourselves.
We may make new ones
in wood or plastic,
stone or papier-mâché,
create new features, new faces
as we paint our faces,
make ourselves up
and symbolise
who we are
or want to be
at that time.
We shape the face featured
in our masquerade
like black magic.
Ahead Of The Curve
I wanted to get ahead
and stay ahead
ahead
of the curve,
but Magritte intervened.
He faced me up
painted my face,
featured me anew
and made an ass of me.
About Face
In those streets
of men and boys,
in that country
for men and boys,
he felt like a man with no face,
his face space occupied
by a swirling mist of confusion.
So he had to wait,
as they all waited,
for it to settle down
to see what emerged
if anything did.
Sometimes
he wished for a blank space
that he could fill himself
with his own face features,
or even a woman
unmasked
featured
and visible.
Sometimes
he wished he could wear
the same features every day,
wake up with that face in place
and know it would stay,
know what he would be,
what he could be every day.
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