Friday, December 02, 2005

Friday Poetry

Following a less than applauded entrance into the world of the prosaic...


Is it absolute?
This absence of truth, absolute,
Which seems to drive truth-seekers
Toward a relative absolutism.

Supermarket beliefs.
Pack your own.
No checkout control.
Pay as you exit.

Childhood injunctions demand in memory,
"Tell the truth!"
Our mothers would say
Before my truth
Became the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
A greater dishonesty is now preferred.

The truth is, I'm one of those:
A fanatic.
Truth does that to a person.



D-Fresh said...

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Jonesboy said...


Wordsworth said...

Relatively good and thats the absolute truth. I liked the prose too.