when i
went walking up
to
aunt bea’s back porch
she
was sitting
at a small table
working
on a knitting project
of
some sort
as i approached
i heard her
say
oh darn
i have to take
all those rows out
and
start again
as i entered
aunt bea
said
look at this
i
assured her
that
it didn’t
seem
to be
all that noticeable
aunt bea
said
well
a bad stitch
is
like
an alternative fact
it weakens
the fabric
and
then
things
just start
falling apart
life’s yellowed pages
contain all the lies you’ve told
written in bold print
but somehow those who’ve loved you
could not decipher the truth
the great horn owl speaks
words to its friend the darkness
asking why it is
that so many in day’s light
can be so blind to the truth
justitia
wearing
the woven fabric
of
freedom
now stands
at
the doorway
of
blind obedience
to
ignorance
justitia
with
black boots
pressing
against
her spine
feels
her
silk threads
of truth
stained
by
vomited lies
lies
forced
into fibers
of
existence
the brown bag prophet
said
i understand
the world’s oldest circus
is closing
i replied
yes
financial difficulties
i
believe
oh
the prophet
said
but
i have it
from
an
alternative
fact source
that
clairvoyant carnival clowns
advised
the owners
to close
since
they
would not
be able
to compete
with
the circus
in washington
as
the king
of
clowns
has
taken up
residence there
