21.6.07

the speck

packing up the cakes of lies
disguised in four corners
of a place or thing or person
kept still; it was real

digging for that speck of truth
that was casually included,
magnified to mask its own distortion

now,lost is the lie
in whom all lies lay
rotting her bones her mind eaten alive
by the need to find that place or thing or person
that speck

5 comments:

Unknown said...

tell me more about this poem later..and you still havent told me about what you think of that book last night..where i think i was really falling asleep when u read out loud some of the poems.

quirks said...

hahha...i knew it!
i read until so nice and soothing u confirm fall asleep one.
ok, later we have prac crit session.

Unknown said...

pressure sial!!

i just be the student can?

Unknown said...

actually.. i think i like this one quite a bit.. if youre going to ask me to explain why..i say...

well tell me about it tonight! you can teach all your kids also..!

quirks said...

really? u do?
why?!!!