~~Goth Applying Makeup~~

Time slides
like a pallor,
like perfect
pale makeup
onto the skin,
into the mask
about hounded black
glass
and the
heat-haze
of the eyes.
Elusive,
and still yet
illusory
the markings
on the mirror
where another phantom
hangs--
fingers trailing
mythologies of jet
and ivory
across flesh
in another repetition
of ritual.

~(c)8/01 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)