Monday, February 16, 2009

Metaphorically Stood Up



You drizzle honey on your words

Dust your voice in sugar and cocoa powder

Fed to all the pretty ladies

Flashing before your eyes



You wipe around the bullshit so gently

We don’t notice the smell

Carefully planned escape routes

You’ve tunneled under I love yous

Around every other delicious declaration



Can’t be too angry as I stand above the hole

Realizing how even in honesty lurks deception

And how uninterested I am

in eating chocolate covered cotton balls ever again.

1 comment:

  1. great example of how the title of a poem means as much as the poem itself.

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