the lies that men tell
sound like the truth to deaf ears.
while the truth whispers.
Archives for March 2016
furry socks
the patter of feet
with socks only halfway up.
stalking rug bunnies.
brittle life
life’s young frond unfurls
and stiffens with ticking time.
the end so brittle.
little to none
with very little
one can enjoy much that’s free.
until it runs out.
shady gray
the sky swallows me
into mediocrity.
life in shades of gray.
puppeteer
playing with madness
as the truth sparkles brighter.
my puppet master.