Smiling from the shadows of a waking dream,
Projecting persona through a maze of other realities.
Hoping to be seen without ridicule or dissention,
From that fragile perch
on which we lay & display ourselves.
Just a pork chop………..but sincere and true,
those plastique’ mugs look oh so new.
How fresh the facsimile can appear to the real,
without filling or fervor