Mason Maestro


Circum-Socialite - Poem by Mason Maestro

Lift off the topic reprieve
The floor is mine tomorrows eve
With the lack of the knack
Beyond gone- a handicap either way
It's the hamstring in expression-
The vocal self-betrayal

Longing for socio-velvet tongue adorned
...socio-velvet tongue adorned

There is a numbered lot, it cannot stop
A spinning top that cannot stir for found words
Not just for bound words- No.

Fold up the informal long sleeve
An uttered vacuous dry heave
Even birds have the words
Within reach- a bias inclined word-play
It's the virus in expression-
The oral self-snare trail

Longing for socio-velvet tongue adorned
...socio-velvet tongue adorned

There's a limit though, it cannot grow
a bending bow aimed at the crow causing panic
The next Pandemic? God knows.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 2, 2005



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