contemplativeOn My Face
Slap a label
on my face
on the surface
to set the mood
square the circle
house the beast
the sly smile
the shifting eye
the evil grin
were they seen
beneath glamor
beneath belief
of who I am
where I’ve been
what I believe
is empty space
void unseen
behind the veil
of still face
of blank place
perhaps now dead
underneath
now alive
on the surface
waiting for you
to define
slap a label
on my face.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160804.
