We all live over a hellmouth.
Above,
our lives project
upon the world’s screen
in a series of home movie images
we entitle reality.
But below,
like the midnight run at your local art house,
an interior film plays,
starring
two-headed monsters
and nasty, soul-sucking demons.
We put on
our dating face,
our Sunday school smile,
and parade
before the cameras,
while underneath,
singeing the soles of our feet,
are boiling cauldrons
of hatred,
uncertainty and death.
Oh,
and sometimes love.