Writhing Forms

From below it all
looks alien, a twist
of writhing forms,
appendages, details
that do not belong
bumps lumps
wrinkles dimples
manicured for
refined abstraction
ideas, only ideas
far from natural,
intended. Lick
the lips of deception
dissention, worm
into the dark passages
that call us back
to what we so willfully
avoid and ignore.
Comfort, pleasure
in that.

2/1/11