wonderful

i've a wonderful mask collection
its very wide and tall
a million wonderful masks
at my ev'ry beck and call
wonderfully all day
they come and go away
i wear my face a moment
but me, i never stay

endless sunday

so persists quiet patter on the endless sunday
talks on walks at the park by the water
up and down and round
and up and down and round
'til the clock spins back to one
then to one fifty-nine
and back to one
shadows of buildings surrounding the park
going backwards in an imperceptible manner
Monday's forever anxiety bubbling beneath the skin
a surmounting tension that is never released
like an ultra-massive boiler approaching the point
at which its steely exterior must burst
masked by the calming veneer
of tall trees, green grass and blue skies
then blows the park into the river
all that was serene suddenly a fiery, orangey red,
bloody flames billowing black smoke
and left nowhere to walk,
the people must drown or have been exploded