Selected Poems
False Faces
Gifts she gave will be broken and splintered
when the time comes to be genuine.
Hatchet strikes ringing out in one clearer voice
drown out cautious puddles of this leaky water drum.
Her Mohawk masks, carved from living wood
are confused and wonder why
they dangle from an unkind spirit wall
Gruesome false faces, hemp stalk haired and
Empty eyed hollow, glare into my world.
Still awaiting any signs of sincerity
They cry out, soundless, willing their own destruction
when the time comes to be genuine.
Hatchet strikes ringing out in one clearer voice
drown out cautious puddles of this leaky water drum.
Her Mohawk masks, carved from living wood
are confused and wonder why
they dangle from an unkind spirit wall
Gruesome false faces, hemp stalk haired and
Empty eyed hollow, glare into my world.
Still awaiting any signs of sincerity
They cry out, soundless, willing their own destruction
