The Puppeteer

The artist creates an optical illusion
Of black, grey and white hues;
Contrast for depth and motion,
Distortion meets abstract and curvation;
Tragedy arises from cigarette smoke
On a floor blessed by necker cubes.


The artist craves more, perversities,
From the ceilings, leather ropes gone wild;
Shame on the puppeteer, say your prayers,
Add neoprene wet suits for safe sex,
Bondage and discipline, torture ties;
How do you like the switched role?


The puppeteer is led into performance,
Slaphappy puppet, pull and stretch,
Laughter rises, imitation Le Cirque,
But do tell of the excessive stimulation,
Stain reflection and agony, mixed media,
Show sorrow for thy sins!