Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

playing Hide and Seek

with reality

deliberately creating surreal moments

sewing them together

with suspicious web works

to create a sticky fabric

that catches all of Truth’s

insectious annoying nuances

that they may starve

and die

and not upset the show

that is playing in the theatres

of my mind

“live

up and close

and personal

we now have the man

who thought he was

and almost convinced the world

that he was not

how he saw himself”

and there is a plethora of wealth

we all have

that allows us to buy new suits

new costumes

and

new wardrobes

so that we do not get bored

with the same outfits

and the same old stories

and scripts

that are spoken

from the lips of our souls

would that be an actual

factual

representation

or another infatuation

with the lies

we realize

in the fabrication

we have deemed real

are we but jester

with painted faces

and colorful uniforms

and bizarre outfits

trying to fit into

some magical fairy tale world

of happily ever after

fuck it

if it don’t fit

force that bitch

just bend life over

and give it a nudge from behind

some like getting it from behind

and they will go out and buy the lubricant

over and over again

so that their so called friends

can wear smiles

and while i am doing so

let me count the tile again

upon the floor

where my sunshine has fallen

from the sky

and i ask why

as i have done

since i can remember

but i can not remember

last September

for i have chosen to forget

the shit

my life has become

so i play . . . Hide and Seek

© 26 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.