can't seem to find my pen...

...or mask to hide behind

in these times of e-can't see,
man is woman, and woman man

sometimes multiplicities arise,
give way to not what I am

a name that sounds of whit and verse,
perchance something with an alpine feel

Chardonnay, trout almondine and truffles -
a worldly feel to hide the fact
of what is true and real

because I'm nothing of the sort,
and live not up to the task

I hide behind the shelter,
the shelter of the mask

poem©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.