Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

October 17, 2009


It’s good I guess that guilt ignore me

And better, that  regret may

forget me after it all goes down.



Actually,  clowns,

Surely cloistered  in cells near,

Watch the latches,

Keen for keys that wait inside them, some;

compromises, cast in a cold metal fit.


Here’s the thing;

The king knows nothing if not

To let them spring it open,

Anxious, toward the lights,  past massive

Ancient doorways,

And they set off to make fun for themselves.



“Baby, When you’re holding me

You’re somehow saying  ”Set me free’ “                -Chaka Kahn


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