disbursement

the little masks you have made

will crumple

will get wet and tear

and at some point will not fit your face

everyone see’s you as you

but i know it’s not really you

but i knew better

you aren’t that complicated and you are

you die a lot

little pieces left

little pieces of flesh

like skin cells that you are too good for

your head is getting too big and fame is fifteen minutes spent inside all of your graves

-kh

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"you die a lot
little pieces left
little pieces of flesh
like skin cells that you are too good for"
I enjoyed the complete poem. Above lines were my favorite. I like the realness and directness of the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[kharte]

Thank you!