wolves in sheep's clothing
doves in soot
perform their magic tricks
ward off their spells with shut eyes and stuffed ears
feel
crack their shells
(I)
a shining star of poetry
beautiful technique
takes much more time than given
recites at length
the lyrics which somehow
deliver all the messages that
you were wishing to appear
what is it about those eyes?
emit a challenge in disguise
you make a step towards
ignore the shadows
perhaps, it's just imagination
she seems so nice
you buy her book
you try to speak
she stiffs you with a catty comment
and robs herself of all appeal
and leaves as soon as she is off the stage
to not hear any others
but somehow everyone has still
applauded what she so fervently
just finished shouting
about sisterhood
anyways, you forget it
it's just a silly feeling
why on earth would you ever trust it?
(II)
you listen to rock
a band that long ago would drive you wild
and somewhere in your mother's basement
a stack of shirts and posters
wait to be again discovered one day
to emanate their memories of high school
their lyrics dirty, angry, raw, so ‘unenlightened’
you chuckle
'cause the older you has learned
to ignore their violent messages
surely no good people would agree
with what is said
you are so lifted
bang your head
in genuine exaltation
a paradox, you think
then in a blink
the black turns white
the white turns black
the Everything
That Isn't As It Seems
has come
to keep your wishes
in due check
degenerate’s words
those of a star
confuse enough
to clear up who you are
