“Painting over Pot-marks” February 22, 2010

Exit stage right, time for curtain call.
At least back here, no one can see me trip & fall.
Would anyone notice I’m missing from the ensemble?
I just play a bit part but the crux of the gambol.

Dress the harlequin, prepare him arrest
Even smear his makeup, I’m sure the audience will jest
Stifle his spirit, hell, even break his candor.
Stymie the truth that arraigns our moral encore.

When will they see past the theatrical perform?
When can they see the cracks in their Vaseline scowl?
Find the reason why only my eyes are not gilded,
Perhaps they hold the windows of wearied un-fulfillment

Perceive the man behind the mask, the mask in the man.
And the ultimate reveal of the mortal who I am.

- “Painting over Pot-marks”
Written by Jaimes Carter Ee

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