exhibitionism in d minor
note: Not written with Animorphs in mind, but I think the connections are there. Vaguely. Or, you know, not.
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i.)
faded drama queen
scripts of angst
drown on cue
to the undertow of applause
don't forget to buy me a playbill or something
ii.)
on this night, deception, draped catclever
over your eyes,
the masquerade's tonight and our masks need repainting.
crown fool, come forward. see his finery:
painted tears hung on his collar, nails
lovingly embedded in his palms. metaphorical effect daintily
daubs gaudy burdens ten thick on his wrists.
the committee's wondering -
should he walk to the drumbeat of slippered feet?
or shall the tulle-covered crowd part
to his countermelody of discarded dreams?
one
night a year's enough for the reign of His Majesty
tomorrow he'll put his robes
in a closet, and forget about his kingdom
too large to manage anyway
iii.)
dealing flipped you an ace.
and for me, the rule-card, tucked
in among the regal spades.
(double or nothing. and the stakes would be
higher, if they weren't pushed pleasantly
deep in your entrails.)
