Holiday Masquerades


To live as you’re not
To be who society massages you into being
To succumb to counterfeit identity
Is to skid into mere roadside wreckage.

We pass such rubble all the time
The defective and or mismatched parts of authenticity
Merging with Nature’s roadkill
Decorated by gum wrappers
Festooned by beer cans.

Sadly…

Few anticipate the accident,
The head-on collision with reality,
Where darkness and tears
Become the mental black ice of misfortune.

Still…

Some will slow down enough to see when they look,
Realize that reason and logical purpose
Is to recognize life’s offramp and ditch necessity,
Irony’s off-road demise for make-believers
Careening unconscious down life’s highway.

Where…

Wannabe disguises make for repetitive delusions
Until we take the time to recognize and live compatibly
With who we really are…

After one’s after-after party take away