This wiping
a hand rough to my face
ummph  it means what

I am mislead by skin
and i don't wish
it to stop

circling like hawks
bards reel in forgotten darkness
of don't care angst typing

her smile recedes pale dissolving into night
laughing at the comedy of manners
wrenchingly stupid judgments abound

glove their hosts and fix their mascara
unite the front of dubious choices
enforced by the disengenuos