MY POOREST RHYMES – mar 31, ‘02

 

I think you like to gather furtiveness

To wrap your acts in aura of mystery,

Like a heist, a pilfering, a thievery

Adding a touch of sin to the paleness

 

Of everyday attempts, a mockery

To passionate dream, a gruesomeness

Pasting to mediocrity, a robbery

Of soap opera gimmicks, a rustiness

 

Sprinkling to each feeling of honesty,

Blending to light of day a darkness,

A heap of ashes for love, a wantonness

 

With a taste of treason, a mockery...

Swapping for my words your deafness

And facing poems of fire with blindness.