Like Jesus in a Tortilla

Be it inborn
Book read
Or the end result
Of an intrepid dance
With lady mushroom
In the outer realms
This raptor vision
Has stripped all pretense
Excuse and sexy lace
From our production

No longer stomach
What I see
Touch where I listen
Taste this unholy funk

The actors
Exit stage left
And deconstruct
This one dimensional
Backdrop
For the first time
Proving to me
The existence of a
Real human face