Behind my smiling face

behind my smiling face.
+++++++++++++

their laughter was
nails
on my Grim Souls
chalkboard,

but
i stood there
feigning
Grace,

to mask the
stark discord.

(raging behind
my
Face.)

+

"who orders milk
in
Bars?!"

they ask.

"chase the irony
down
with scars!!!!"

(and eat the
Broken Glass.)

+

now i'm walkin
down
13th Street..

1,000 miles from
where
I'd like to be.

Hoping I may
someday meet,

My Love for
all
Eternity.

+

yet
perhaps
the
chalkboard
is
half-empty?

and
filled with
mostly
nonsense
Verse?

or
Perhaps I
am

The Enemy??!!!!!

(the Angels seem
to
Curse.)

+

the laughter....
its...

near-endless
now.

oceans of voices
from
invisible crowds;


how can they
be
so loud?!!!

(my heart becomes
a
Funeral Shroud.)

+

"who
orders
blood
in
a bar?"

they ask.

(their sneering
faces
ever-mocking.)

"spit out
the
shards of
broken
glass!!"

but your
heart?!!!

(it's
not worth
stopping.)

j.stephen.h.