Monday, April 11, 2011

I am a terrible liar

Squeak. I can't eat much at the moment and I'm full to the gills of pills, so things are a bit haphazard. I have lost my scribbled notes, here is the remnants of what I remember:


My fascination with ugly women
stems from vanity,
runs more than skin deep.

I throw equanimity about
like confetti at a wedding - the bride
is jealousy, the groom regret.

I can hardly stop myself
from turning this wide, stooped,
futile back on beauty

Even though I know apologies
are raincoats
in the face of a tsunami, and worse -
I'm a terrible liar. 

1 comment:

Jo said...

Heh, I think this is universal. Goodness, Google Chrome has spell check on comments. This could be a new departure.