secrets

[saw]

dawn in the hollow
mustang horses...slashing hooves
against the rib cage. I burn,
a pyre on the inside
the outside a ruse for the public
that's squeamish. I dig
they are not prepared
to drink the urine, Why
would they be, so it's up to me
to contain the reality, dress it up
like a Kardashian , lots of cleavage
and bare skin to distract the consumer
mascara lines drawn by Picasso
coral lipstick made by god almighty
application pretty and straight
powder and rouge, I tell my made-up story
better than the real one, it's all for
a good cause, I'm fine with this,
I have secrets, they are me...
and I am them.

[Arcadia]

comparisons that at first sight look like a sort of mechanical full time stressful job in your poem sound dramatically playful..., gracias for sharing it, saw!

[leafsailors ghost]

Very smart poets poem by my thinking.I saw the woman ,in fact most likely many times, always wondered who she really was found out once or twice ,it was quite a surprise as the poem suggests.