Artchil Daug


Pantomime Of A Madman: Infidelity - Poem by Artchil Daug

The moon discovered for the authorities
in the sixth night of April, the fourth lamb
sacrificed to the social discotheque in an era
of personality contests and beauty queens
with their soluble masks and sordid
lipsticks that stink of blood on their
superficial faces victims of a reality game show
that captured their soul for entertainment
purposes which they love inside the boob tube
that connected their nerves
to the electrical veins sustaining
their cravings for fame and acceptance
in the name of self-esteem and
a purpose-driven carousel
of lights, camera, action in an episode
good for a melodrama in a personal channel
in the internet that promotes the
"show me your boobs and fake smile" tradition
that evolved into an "I'll show you my life"
insanity for that fifteen minutes circus
good for Barnum's suckers but not enough
to compete against the immortality
I provided with the scalpel in my hand
turning their dreams of stardom into
reality—with the entrails inside out and
with extended lips of a smile colored
in an authentic red made more real
by high definition and the screams
she produced as my blade went softly
traversing the naked body of this new talent
who now performs with incontestable reality
the role as the seventh lamb of superficiality.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012



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