SECRETS

SECRETS

He knows who he once was
But he keeps it camouflaged.

There are so many demented dragons
Who would like to reveal
The sick skeletons in his closet.

He lives
In clothes buttoned to the neck
And lips that hide his fangs.

And his Mickey Mouse wristwatch
Tells time in units of broken wishes.

It is two lifetimes past heartache
Two lifetimes past his lost lover.

His hood covers his pointy ears
And his plastic nose and eyeglasses
Make him another Groucho in distress.

He knows who he once was
And who he is
But he is slightly losing touch with reality
And he whiles away the time
Cutting out sensual paper dolls
In his gingerbread house with no doors.

-Bruce Potts
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