October 1, 2012

Guest









I am greeted
as if expected,
my demise
is never mentioned,
nor my journey here
worth attention,
in this mansion
of no cares.
The focus now
is on my eyes,
no need, I'm told,
for disguise.
On my face,
my plea is clear,
so, too, are all my lies.
A place is prepared,
my cup is waiting.
With the host, I go
upstairs.

9/25/12