now that the light provides no honest tales
we may be sure that there are hidden doors
peepholes in paintings little secret drawers
things that are hidden in the small details
just to ensure that you'll trip on the rails
not listen to the beggar who implores
your pardon nor remit from the old whores
the costs of all the bullets and the nails
there must be secrets and mysterious lies
the world elsewise would be a duller place
and we would have to face the sun alone
far better that there be agents and spies
reasons to put new cameras in space
and further crimes for each soon to atone
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 February 2008
boyhood tale
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