Rain-blotched Silhouettes
This quiet and persistent
Pitter, patter
Soulful notes
on my fragile
ego
how can I see myself
clearly
when the looking glass
is blotched
by diffident
mist
- Amy
Warpaint
The masquerade is here!
Time to put on those masks
Of exotic plumes
From preening peacocks
And microplastics.
But wait!
Did you not get the memo
It is a zoom party
Everyone turned up as
A mooing cat or
a pig wearing Yeezys.
Conversation flowed effortlessly
From avatar to fantasy figures
As the day becomes night
Or is it the other way round?
Words turned sharp-edged
Animal-human-machine
I no longer know my faceless enemy.
Rain-blotched Silhouettes
This quiet and persistent
Pitter, patter
Soulful notes
on my fragile
ego
how can I see myself
clearly
when the looking glass
is blotched
by diffident
mist
- Amy
Warpaint
The masquerade is here!
Time to put on those masks
Of exotic plumes
From preening peacocks
And microplastics.
But wait!
Did you not get the memo
It is a zoom party
Everyone turned up as
A mooing cat or
a pig wearing Yeezys.
Conversation flowed effortlessly
From avatar to fantasy figures
As the day becomes night
Or is it the other way round?
Words turned sharp-edged
Animal-human-machine
I no longer know my faceless enemy.