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

February 11, 2012

N O I S E

“May  our  miracles

…Not be cruel.”

I tipped my head up,

Away from my novel.

So uncharacteristic

From some televangelistic

Noise at the end of Pop’s assisted-living room.

The old & Southern bible guy

Was odd  about numbers, too.

Not magic mathematics about chapters & verse,

But worse,  what words add up to,

& seven is this

& five is that.

His numbers were different from mine.

Maybe,  I was getting it wrong.

The old & Southern crowd was all nodding.

It takes a stadium.

Maybe  ‘m

Imaginin’,

Tho’ mostly sure  that’s it.

3 Comments »

  1. Very nice. I like your use of relationship, connotation, and melody in this piece. Nice! ~Blessings

    Comment by Marissa — February 27, 2012 @ 7:18 pm

  2. You found me. I’m finding you back. And now, I’m intrigued, villain…I want to know more about you…not finding it here. Tell!

    Comment by lynnbiederstadt — February 29, 2012 @ 3:14 pm

    • I’m following you, and rooting for you in yr transitioning/ Keep on

      Comment by namelessneed — May 25, 2012 @ 2:15 pm


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