032 ~ Subterfuge Poem by stan pelfrey

Daffy Duck is a stratagem
in my mind,
I wear

laughing on the outside
withdrawn, sad within
wacky and crazy, yet
sullen and morose
loony and harebrained, but
maudlin and desolate

hidden thoughts, feelings
never revealing
too dark a light

trying to remember
which season it is
-always winter to me,
until I trick myself
-what a fool-
firing on myself
knocking my bill around
forced to adjust
self-inflicted disfigurement

a delirious look,
a despicable lie
screaming in my mind
the t-shirt I wear