Poetry – The disguise

The disguise

 

Inside the house,

Outside the house

I adopt the disguise of an ugly toad.

I pull on the coarseness,

Adopt the crudity,

Swallow the poison,

Smoke the dynamite,

Fuck, curse, fart and belch

Scratch my fat belly,

And act the part,

While inside, hidden,

From myself,

The lost kid is bullied

Forever,

And I pour it all into

Poetry and prose

Like it’s real

And it’s real.

 

The worse I behave,

The more graphic the account,

The more revealing,

The more extreme –

The more honesty and ugliness,

The greater the adoration.

I am my disguise,

It suits me.

I’m at home in the skin

Of a realist

With no limits

To what I might do,

Or its consequences.

It’s primal.

It’s pornographic.

It’s the vomit of reality.

When you pare it down,

The essence

Reveals the core

That is usually

Disguised.

 

Opher – 27.12.2019

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