Again any thoughts welcome…
Regarding Masks from the African Plains
He spoke with a French accent
and that was alright.
After all he was very old. Frighteningly so
how could I compete with that?
I closed my eyes, but my ears betrayed me.
Sneaking his image past my drawn eyelids.
In my dreams he wore a crown,
the thorns made him bleed.
Why should I mind? He didn’t.
I slept and slept. Perhaps I still am.
Anything is possible in a world of masks.
I swore I was snoring. Hell
at one point very loudly.
Nobody seemed to notice.
So why should I?
Posted by ClevelandPoet 
From the cheap seats 