Pop Psych 101

Tearing at the mask of reality
cutting sinuous strands and veils of untruth and true lies,
there I - you - we stand, coldly quickly calculating,
the calculus of life, it is you know.

Insert a joke here,
If not too embarassing, a tender moment,
maybe a smile? Or a shoulder pat, or a hug,
or even more difficult, SYMPATHY.
OOH That IS a toughy!!

For me, I like to induce a simple smile -
a chuckle a moment of hiarity that keeps 'em guessin.
I'm quick on my feet like Ali 'fore he got Parkinsons
Fighters: I say, don't get pugilists dementia,
Foreman, don't attempt another comeback. Grill is enough...

But back to the integrals,
the unwinding of life,
mostly it is calculated to produce and effect,
but sometimes, the masks are rended asunder,
the veil torn away, and the tender insides exposed,
wounds open anew,
careless fighters frequently, without explanation,
landing the 1-2 punch,
a potent jab-UPPERCUT combination,
tearing out chunks of each other's hearts,
and they watch the skin part.
And oh, oh, how it bleeds,
sanguine rivers that flow,
to your eyes and your throat.
And the salty river streams down your face,
a river carving a canyon of lace,
screaming until it swallows:
maybe a tissue, maybe your hand, maybe it tears up the ground,
or maybe it carves up someone else just like it does you.
Maybe I want to be the canyon, torn by your tears.
maybe then the fighters will unlace their gloves, and slowly sit down,
and realize the damage they've done over the years.
to each other.

show me what your scars look like.
And I'll unearth mine to you.
And then the bitter rock will become diamonds... on the inside.