The big cover up 

A shout in the street

A shot in the dark

We greet the same different things

Over and over again

What we think is new 

Is really far from new 

and few 

Things really change

But really 

Deja-vu  pollution

Sprayed high & low
Gets Under your skin
Splat boom pow!

And in!

The Twisted desire 

Of life on fire

Bird on a wire 

Are we 

beyond the fantastic

Plastic

Cover Up? 

To keep up 

The illusion of  life and living

To keep us living life 

Thrift store paintings of
Memories that smell like gasoline

And mildew we once knew 

The Star kids
Cock fight dance

The indoor hours
real gone

Out of the red

And into the white

But not without a fight 
Pure war

Too much flavor
Comes crashing down 
Come Sunday

I confess 
All my sins that I repress
Change of face

And pace

And change of dress 

Can’t cover up 

The real  mess 

You really are 

by kyoko cole