Poet's Mask

Looking over some old poems here's something I wrote in '89

Mercurio weaves the web of lies
With words of truth
Exposing what’s behind the mask
By becoming the character that he plays
Dream/drama time
Time enough to take a moment
And turn it into an eternity
To evoke the images that reside
Along cell memory lane
To embody the actual conflicts
Of your organs with mythic ritual
Primal but pounding in our veins
The dance of heinous proportions
Mask removed the poet is just another
Soft-handed sensitive wimp
To your basic callous-hide normalian
But bearing masks of muses
Incarnates them with the invocation