Treasure Island

Jan Hauck

(June 1,1978)

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The pages naked, screaming, always bare,
Then names, a home, at random fill the void,
And people come and go who claim they care.

With luck I burn this once, only a flare,
While useless, flaky faces are destroyed,
The pages naked, screaming, always bare.

Another mask that I must yet prepare,
It lasts a short while, then I am annoyed,
And people come and go who claim they care,

While then and now a ghost might still be there.
But memories they are that I enjoyed,
The pages naked, screaming, always bare.

Of any better life I'm unaware,
Too many ways I've tried and some employed,
And people come and go who claim they care.

Display myself and study and compare,
Adjust this self, then drain it and exploit,
The pages naked, screaming, always bare,
And people come and go who claim they care.

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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