contemplativeSome to See
Could I be defined by words
utterance put upon the page
with the inner truth much more deep
than the surface I've conveyed?
camouflaged by waving hands
misdirection of intent
while I wink to those who see
the rawness laying underneath
wounded flesh, gaping cuts
ribald taunts, erotic thrusts
these are hidden from the rubes
lacking skill to see my ruse
though this is incorrect
instead a reference is required
a frame upon which to place
equal knowledge of what's been said
here my words wear two masks
the one you see, the one submerged
begging if there is much more
the subconscious of the muse
with poet counted as the tricked
revealing more than what I meant
defining the fallen reprobate
splayed wide for some to see.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170830.
