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The Masquerade of Me

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Was that the me that ran those four laps
getting stronger the longer I went
a close second me
a starting to get underarm hair me
he was a fast me

Was that the me that gave that presentation
with 400 people staring back
some nodding their heads
some nodding off
hands on chins
more nodding
it must have been hard for that me
to stand there for 45 minutes
all alone at the lectern
bright lights and blank stares
this me avoids speaking in public
so which me was he

Was that the me that was on TV
the HEY come to Andrew’s Electrical
buy a fridge
get a free microwave oven
and here take these wine glasses me
he was confident
a forthright big grinned me
he was a me that I would like to be
sometimes
a me with a place to be

Was that the me that slurred away
pointing an empty bottle of gin
at strangers passing by
busily stepping out of his way
because that me
a mottled bearded me
a yellow stained and black toothed me
an unwashed unloved unkempt me
he was a sad me
was he

Was this the me that got it together
got back on his feet
and into the saddle
a tomorrow on his mind kind of me
an 8 to 6 value adding
productive little
buzzing bee of me
the sun will come out for me
he was a proud kind of me
was he the real me

Which was the me that danced with you
my brown eyed girl
filling me up
my buttercup
you female god
you luscious swirling satin dream
tall and firm and sweating free
grinding and giggling onto me
giving it all to me
he was a loved me was he
this lucky me

Which me is on this metal grate
rolling into the cremator
a childhood doll rabbit by the side of me
and he and me in the urn
tipped out under a sapling growing free
so this tall tree is a me
and my leaves and seeds
travel the wind and seas
and all those little parts of me
go into fish and crops and weeds
into soil and other trees
that apple is a me
that water is a me
the dust that fills the air
making dusk a haze of reddish pink
is a me
and with every breath
you all pick up a little me
so now I see
that eventually
this search was to find an us
and not a me

Was that the me that ran those four laps

getting stronger the longer I went

a close second me

a starting to get underarm hair me

he was a fast me

Was that the me that gave that presentation

with 400 people staring back

some nodding their heads

some nodding off

hands on chins

more nodding

it must have been hard for that me

to stand there for 45 minutes

all alone at the lectern

bright lights and blank stares

this me avoids speaking in public

so which me was he

Was that the me that was on TV

the HEY come to Andrew’s Electrical

buy a fridge

get a free microwave oven

and here take these wine glasses me

he was confident

a forthright me big grinned me

he was a me that I would like to be

sometimes

a me with a place to be

Was that the me that slurred away

pointing an empty bottle of gin

at strangers passing by

busily stepping out of his way

because that me

a mottled bearded me

a yellow stained and black toothed me

an unwashed unloved unkempt me

he was a sad me

was he

Was this the me that got it together

got back on his feet

and into the saddle

a tomorrow on his mind kind of me

an 8 to 6 value adding

productive little

buzzing bee of me

the sun will come out for me

he was a proud kind of me

was he the real me

Which was the me that danced with you

my brown eyed girl

filling me up

my buttercup

you female god

you luscious swirling satin dream

tall and firm and sweating free

grinding and giggling onto me

giving it all to me

he was a loved me was he

this lucky me

Which me is on this metal grate

rolling into the cremator

a childhood doll rabbit by the side of me

and he and me in the urn

tipped out under a sapling growing free

so this tall tree is a me

and my leaves and seeds

travel the wind and seas

and all those little parts of me

go into fish and crops and weeds

into soil and other trees

that apple is a me

that water is a me

the dust that fills the air

making dusk a haze of reddish pink

is a me

and with every breath

you all pick up a little me

so now I see

that eventually

this search was to find an us

and not a me

13 thoughts on “The Masquerade of Me

  1. Pingback: What are Barriers by Shane Genziuk | Sane but different

  2. this appears kind of personal, I fully enjoyed it so many levels ending with us not me interesting take so many of us don’t see ourselves as part of a “we” but simply the better half of someone simpler. And if this a story pf personal ascension then congrats to the fullest sounds like you may have come a long way!

    • Thanks Amanda. Can’t say I have anything in common with the character, except that I also have a rabbit doll and want him with me they turn the heat up. Kind of dislike this character actually, so confused and self concerned. Actually I might have more in common with him than I realise…..

  3. That was creative and dazzling, Shane. Reminded me of a street interview I had where I appeared on the news, LOL.

    Sounds exciting Diane, what was the interview about? – SG.

  4. Shane, congratulations on a superb piece of writing. I was certainly not expecting the twist from the middle onwards. You have a great way of clarifying the past.

    Thank you kindly. It was not the intention at the start to end the way it did, it just seemed to work out that way – SG.

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