matrix or messy meal

faces in crowds
blending and stewing
gumbo of mass produced
mardi gras masks
all the same
reality as seen through the eyes
of halloween
none of them tricks or treats
just simple mind puzzles
becoming so complex
that they do not know the answers themselves
i know him
i've seen her
then the puzzle piece paranoia comes in
is it his nose
her eyes
a famous persons
chiseled chin
an amalgamation of existence
tied up and wrapped in saran
like a banana and jam sandwich
hit with a cricket bat
and left as a mess
rather than a tasty lunch