strip

a lie, find a cover up a distraction, see a pain complacency, simply air with wind rushing past. a friendly gesture, a want to be heard. a moral argument then check the purse that got heavier. a bubble burst, find rock bottom with free fall not like the first one but who is counting? when the hysteria is hot when the gloom is deeper than the heart when the superficial hides a soul that must be buried. strip away the soul, find a mechanical beast not unlike robots - maybe that is why it is so very fascinating? unfeeling, fake, just like the real thing. what is it? this heart not seen because night is flitting, because our best gestures are "how are you?" then a nod, another small chit chat while the cancerous growth of unspoken words remain, i love you not. then the rock bottom hits, face first like cold water on hot summer a dream peeled apart: a gesture of a different kind, with all the underlying mass plainly seen. and now there was no where to run no where to hide no where to becoming another face in the crowd. this is me. this is you. with all the bows and exchanges stopped.