Camouflage, concealment, pretense, funk, cover-up and guise
reflected light, bent rays, distortion, another medium, darkness
angelic veneer, slippery surface, alkali, saline, overlay, sugary coating
A certain semblance of reality, resemblance, similitude, affinity, amaurotic mood
Familiarity with culture, customs and norms, enough for comfort
Identification, passport, recognition, credentials, papers, bracelet, badge
Sheep, wool, clothing, yet everything takes time
The bond must be thick and sentimental, a sense of oneness
for the establishment of a cult, denigrate the others, inflame old wounds
piss and vinegar for those lonely people, brigadoon, macaroon,
a pretty pantaloon, wide breeches, close-fitting trousers, a skinny old dotard
spectacles and slippers, a buffoon in silent pantomimes
Yet somewhere along the line the story always heats up, there must be pleasure
the sordid type, sacrificial virgins, the corrupting of the soul, fragrant odors
burning incense, stained glass, right beneath your nose, picturesque party scenes
in the cloister and the house, hermitage in the sanctuary, friary and nunnery,
a new chapter, cell and abbey
For authority may do wonders for the zealot and a stripe, zebras in fine frippery
wandering in the night but the beast may have a crucible so sometimes
it is just so hard to tell, saintly robes and bad habits a spectral for the sight
Lustrous and phosphorescent, psychedelic shack, kaleidoscopic image,
an icon in the daytime, holiday parades, hallucinations at mealtime,
coconut, creamy caramel and nougat in the cookies, but of course
not all of this can be a song and dance, there must be wires between the cable
penetration choking, old native rituals but shave it as many would,
apply olive oil or a seemly application of naked tuna fish on a vacant submarine
Still there must be tension, tattoos on tender meat, backside burns
perpetrated in the December sleet
So remember to be gentle with the razor cuts along the surface
before you get too deep
For there will be celebrities at the bash, people who you never thought you would see
Grisly groans, haggard moans, something from North Hollywood, cadaverous bodies
loathsome, nauseating and pallid, microscopic porn in riddance of the centuries,
a ghastly assault on history, turritid and macabre, blind phallus, a sea mollusk
and a very rare bird
So participate as you wish there is hardly an informer at the backdoor
but you might want to bring a knife, daggers in the night breeze, vampires on the scene, sucking the fluid from redolent cesarean incisions on the tip of those unexposed beautiful tight-lipped copulatory screams