minstrels in Maybelline
filter encapsulated flesh
fraternity-member no more
ostracize for opinions
bury nuance beneath
astro-turf mantles
pancake laden rosé

who do you think you are

myth or make-believe
both work at making sense
of the ARTIFACT

struggle to find
the art in fact

did you grow out of this world
did the world grow out of you

were you even thinking
when you made this picture
of the world

you do not find
an intelligent being
in a unintelligible
world

then what's with all the mystery
the questions and confusion
amnesia, strange fits, gaslighting
misinformation, conspiracy, hypotheses

what's with all the what

you say it's all me
all my fault, face it

I surrender then
Mr. No-it-all

sculpt my image
in strangled soap

wash
your conscience
clean

no evidence left
of any wrong-doing
just slippery digits
floral scent ... sis

tea-roses and amber
disdain and sanctimony

I'll trust you
to turn off the light
when you leave

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