Light Switch

When she entered the dining room, she brought
warmth and radiance with the flick
of a switch -- penetrating
the darkness so the blind
could see.

Then boredom set in:

With the flick of a switch
sight was taken, blackness
enveloped -

she moved onto the den
scoping out new
furniture.

 

Faces We Paint

for the masses; powdered white
clowns that drip tear drops leaving
smudges of truth upon
fleshy cheeks -

perceptions gone wild; bright red
lipstick that graces a false smile
baring fangs of resentments
grown in a garden of thorns.

The line blurs between fact and
fiction; where one saw Dante's
Inferno unfolding, the other sees
sex, lies and videotape -

yet we still continue the merry go round
of high horses, dabbing more colors
onto the canvas of humanity, wishing
for another picture instead of the one

Rauschenberg reveals.