Poet13's Blog

I toss off a family anecdote that becomes a catchphrase 

I deploy it to show how clever I am

The smartest guy in the room has the most control

If the truth isn’t compelling I’ll resort to sleight-of-hand

We do what we must to induce understanding

I’m a native earthling trying to communicate with aliens

Confronting an awful certainty I am the invader I am the other

A mute ghost the truth spilling from my black silent mouth

Sludge of doused fire puddled in the belly of a dead furnace

I want to scream but choke on wet ash a mess of my own making

No one gets it I get it