Buying Masks - Original Poem

Three masked sapiens
on the sidewalk in Queens
pieces of the puzzle parade
working the scene
it will end with a fake orgasm
Life shuffles of beyond reproach
to mutate for its own sake
I catch it in the subway
humbled with the masses
We ride the same breath
from Jamaica station to Norwood escape
We hide in demon space
hundreds of invisible masks
parched covenants with skeletal closets
I drag my reluctant shadow
out of the station
into the bodega fix
Life rumbles on
I catch the mundane murmur
behind their masquerade