How tender are your lies, how perspicaciously
They thread around my neck in knots, I’ll tie their
Ends to ancient bridges to the recent cracks,
Why, how the water glistens: an eyelash
Of a newlywed, and how the stones
Beneath are pained to promise differently,
My talent lies behind the woods and spears
Are pointed to my heart’s each beat
As it would beat itself into a blister
| i like the paradox..."how tender are your lies"|
i will hang myself on them...
like sheryl crow..."lie to me, i'll believe you"
"pained to promise differently/ but don't"
we expect truth and following through on promises...but that seems to happen less and less...
i really like this poem so much...except for "perspicaciously"---i feel the word is really trippy...and draws much too much attention to itself...and interrupts the reading...i think just saying "how they thread around my neck in knots" would work great.
just thoughts....good poem ...
"as it would beat itself into a blister/ to stop?
|| Posted on 2012-06-23 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |