PERFORMANCE

We can hold it together providing

A mass of mirrors don't smash

This fragile excitement of our reunion.

You view the itinerary of illusions

With a new display of arrogance

But I don't trust this form

Of "beauty". Instead of de-coding

And eliminating this bewildering cruelty,

Your glamoured I cherishes the chance

To crush me again and again:

Then when the massacre has mutated

And we celebrate our aliveness

You immediately think I'm perverse

To mention your next

foreseeable performance.