"Masque/August"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
8/14/07 6:38 a.m. pdt
The august machinations of reality
mask the subtle questions which call out for answers
that never arrive
The tony
feelings of purpose
hide the raging inconsistent dalliances
engaging fallacies at the forefront
More than
halfway through the year
One stops, sighs, and shamelessly cries
when realization tells of wasted times
and untasted hopes
In my town,
the leaves are turning already
yet the heat seeps unwanted into one's pores
Electric
insistence charges ahead
illuminating shaky feelings of dread
The imposing phalanx of undone deeds
serves to fulfill nobody's needs
Winds stop
blowing, fires rage in one's heart
heat, hellish handmaiden,
how can we stop the pain?
Somewhere
a jaunty jester
regales humanity with laughter and happiness
Somewhere over the rainbow of rapacious delight
someone is giddy with fulsome delight
In my life,
the month is cut in twain
again
while the august replicants of reality
laughing as the mirror cracks
showing no answers yet for the questions asked
bleeding
through the gaping eyeholes in their masks
Poetry
2007
