becoming nothing…

 

as a child
he had watched
the story
of pinocchio
and
had giggled
at
the thought
of
one’s nose
growing
with
each lie
told
indeed
he had tested
the
hypotheses
and
found
no evidence
to
support it
so
when
he joined
government
he had no qualms
about
lying
to his constituency
such
betrayal
was part
of
his future plans
for
becoming
one
of
life’s emperors
but
with each lie told
the embodiment
of
the person
the
public
had elected
slowly
became
invisible
like pieces
removed
from
a chess board
his
endgame

 

willing to face in his…

 

and
the judge
stood before a mirror
and
called for the defendant
to
stand
beside him
the judge
staring into the mirror
compared
each of their features
carefully
and
then
with a tone of voice
that was
incontestable
declared
you are
guilty
for
i see
my
beast
in you

 

new zealand viewpoint #2…

 

make no mistake friend
there will be no surrender
in her eyes or soul
she defiantly staring
into the future she sees

 

bedimmed…

 

sunday
i stopped
to
see
aunt bea
during
morning coffee
i said
i read
that
a piece
of
a person’s being
dies
with
each
friend’s death
aunt bea
said
i can’t speak
for
anyone
but
myself
so
tho
i’ve lost
many friends
i’m still
the same person
my soul
is
still complete
but
my picture
of
life
as
i’ve known it
has become
more
incomplete
with
each passing

 

selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing