A masquerade

Where everyone is nobody.

Hiding what is wearing them

But showing what they are wearing.

We lit a fire for the festivities

Because nothing says you are paying attention

Than a huge fire in the middle of the room.


I played piano until I ran out of songs

Then danced until I found out his name.

Wished on the first star I saw someone would save me

Then went back to a life that assured me that wouldn’t be the case.


We rode in to tell of the news

They wanted to know where my demons live

I told them

It’s all right here, in my poetry.