what would julius caesar do?

the herald of some prehistoric,
rolling the big time ice
as if life's hidden gamble. such
subtleties, denial and betrayal,
the misgiving mouthy
declares declares
oh say, can't you see.
thought i heard you not singing,
lip synch of the pretty lie?
if and if, then i am
full of mirrors. an explosion
of head space, the inside cinema
rolling, the rotating cast, we
are stars lost
track of light.

that moment
you realize all life is
as deception, and
you fell for it. why not
believe it was meant to be? except
these prehistories, times
like these, the joker in hiding,
a crept shadow you puppeteer.
and it's easy to fall, for it, face down
in a puddle. the love
that is peddled. such
a saving grace, when no
one is honest anymore. at least, not
the way you cross
your heart, hope to die.
a needle in the eye, the silent
dagger we entrusted to each other.
just in case, brutus, just in case.

a mental masterpiece, a mind's
fucking illusory fucking.
certainly a condition, trained from birth,
societal lobotomy
with nervous knifey hands.
when you can lie under pressure,
a pressing of the tongue, forked
road. two paths to one
ultimate destination.
and it's a truth, can you
escape it?

the baited breath of the audience,
waiting for the final curtain.
call it morbid curiosity. if
it kills me, it's because
i believed in you.
the cast party is really gonna be
something. masquerade
ball and all
the king's men. and me,
solo act played
by the fool.