The Mask

Do you synthesize your anger,

do you cauterize the burn


Do you anesthetize the wonder,

as your dreams are drugged and scorned


Is your judgment tempered badly,

with emotion fiery hot


Is your vision colored madly,

by your choices—sold and bought


Does your music play reclusive,

do your words fall off the page


Does ego kill your last excuse

—that mask you can’t explain


(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)