Pains of Glass

[Buddah MAC]

drape life in lies to cushion pain’s arrival
never hurts less, but we’re convinced that’s survival
revival of the asking, question posers multi-tasking
both expanding understanding and murdering masking
of those wearing answer faces, grotesque and graceless
in the center where space sits, stacked deck shows aces
devaluing every hand dealt, hands sifting the sand, silt
and dirt, but no gold fleck found can fill
the ache, spake to the sky, rain washed yesterday away
from each act I stray so the motive stay grey
but the tone tells it same, quick to defame my name
if it comes to that, coolest cat over flame
burning as anyone, spun around many sons
unshone, cold growin’, toss in paired pennies, some
say the wish granted, I wish the receipt collected
get my money back and invest in the infected
recoup mils, world dying on windowsills
curling up in sunbeams drying decaying dreams
of outside denied over fear of breaking glass
despite the emergency, urgency colors collapse
of hesitation, red as the severed stump of reason
lost my head over bull****, such is the season
of easing into acceptance of anything egregious
feign choreographed chaos to tell “It’ll be just
fine” sign of the time shown cyclically ending
claim rule bending when not defending the pretending
extending assisting hands, bruised from being slapped away
clock hands stuntin’ mock until I can get past today