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Wearing Masks


04.17.15 Posted in today's words by

Dave Buracker is a Washington DC area poet and artist. His work has appeared in numerous journals and magazines around the United States including The Amherst Review, Contraposition, Rock Falls Literary Review, and William & Mary’s The Gallery. Dave also helped produce the first US radio show focused on the voices of young writers in the early 90s. Visit his tumblr.

Wearing Masks
By Dave Buracker

Ears are open to
concrete detours,

strangers taste
where I feast alone;

devoured under
sanguine moons,

smell of Mary blood
damsels, innocent

burning banners so
I toast to tattered

seduction of myself
dancing under shop

lit walks with animal
mask growls. There are

no sirens–we are all
Jezebel in first position.

 



One Response to “Wearing Masks”

  1. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    I love this fantastic poem!!! Mr. Buracker is a talented poet who has written the perfect poem in “Wearing Masks.”

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