It is not beyond your
control
it is voluntary motion
moving
as the world moves
around you
as the world
spits back at you, ruthless
and there is nothing you can
do

but

The plastic red roses
greet me like bloody banners
to our society's indulgence
commercial love
surrounds me
the primped plastic predeterminations
about that powerful word

Clean white sheets
brilliant bedspreads
starched stick solid
beeping booming pulsing
machinery
clanking, clattering, noisy
in the quiet deathly quiet
of the room
bleep bleep bleep

Why
there is nothing to gain
but silence

opening and closing
swinging eerily in the wind
of the past
you
reveal those secrets
you swore never to uncover.
A confidence betrayed

The truth
the scam
the reality of me
I am a poser
a follower
a thief of words
I am a liar.

all the lies
are stolen
aspects of you
I think but I know
no truth to the life of me.

They show you their
bodies if
you can say bodies
without that bitter taste
boiling into your mouth
choking gasping swallowing
realizing
they are not bodies,
they are molds