Plastic Unnaturality

Plastic- black or white- still bleak,
is unnatural...
it is a substitute for many things
that bring pain
and understanding.

Plastic, chromatic daisies
live forever under the non-scrutinizing eye...
while blood-red roses wither away
in a sun so intense
it would fill any World,
without plastic window shades.

Plastic drama
inside the harlequin's mask it's quite beautiful...
nothing is more terrifying
than dropping humanity to the wayside-
donning a characiture of something you're not.

Plastic people
after all
are mimes- those painted actors-
living and bleeding
as plastic manequins