Faces
painted in aged acrylic oil
(refusing to dry) are never
worn, with pretense nor
explicit insecurity
they
are fully dressed
with organic yarn
pathogenic and dead Swiss
surges of Kool-Aid lips&cheeks
spouting
They
wear masks down the runway
chic, pomp, flirtatiously
leading on the victim
coaxing plans and
forecasts of success
fortune cookie promises
stuffed with Benjamin Franklin
oozing.
oh, so good.
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