Refusal to Rhyme at a Poet's Funeral
Colour-coded carcass lips
as soft as
veins, beneath the thinnest skin
as sore as
lemon kisses, powdered upon flesh.
Be blunt, by all means, be brave,
but obvious or oblivious,
thoughts are never words
and words are never true.
Any action put in voice alone,
any emotion touched by tongues,
can fool, feint and harm you
if ever your poets' veil slips.
Coordinated placid naïveté
as pure as
carbonated ice, ever melting,
as deceiving as
a lover's soothing smile.
Ever stay impure.
Ever stay in art.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2008-08-08 at 13:38
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