If I opened up your skin,
What landscape would I find beneath?
Divorced letters drifting like
Crisp autumn leaves,
Like mistakes filched
From someone else’s sobriquet?
You wear your two-piece suit
Like it’s a crown and scepter
Like the girl on your arm
Tastes of blood and chocolate
(And doesn’t she?)
Doesn’t she know you’re
A charlatan playing
Someone else’s game?
I’d kiss your shadow on the wall,
If it’d just hold still.