The ruse

There are so many people
that simply are not me,
who I was,
and who I am,
and who I wish to be.
So are you who you think you are?
Or the face reflected
in the mirror behind the bar?
Taken aback with face slack
caught by yourself in repose,
wearing,
paper bag tearing,
a look that no one knows.

Emphatically flaccid

I feel like a hobo
I feel like a hermit
I feel like professing
and confessing
to possessing no great wit,
but as cold hands relinquish
I retain,
distain,
and the ability to distinguish
A faculty,
a fallacy
mirror reflects a phallus drawn on my forehead
Don't you see?

Roboticide

Download the app!
Yeah,
I know it's crap
but hey,it's free
what more do you want from your technological liberty?
Feels like the Enlightnment
except in reverse,
feeling demeaned
and LCD screened
sticky and quite perverse
A tendency
and a dependency
for despondency don't you see?
But sorry for waffling John,
I'll wait til the adverts come on.

Jen You Win

Still,
but bouncing
from the trouncing of the rebound,
I'm seduced and reduced
waiting turns to make some sound.
Firmly grounded
with fears unfounded
I hypothesize,
but nothing hides the veils
that  are pulled tightly in your eyes.
some momentary tension
as I mention
a name that assigns blame,
an act,
that I know for a fact
bears some relation to your cause for elation,
a place where I once stood
and surveyed a landscape
I came to adore.