By Jazelle Handoush
What a tangled web we weave of words.
With, or what we say
is woven in the lies you tell
of sparkling sticky sorries.
Sorries so silly.
So sticky saddened sweet.
I might trace a finger from the center so small
Watch it whirl from inside out
Until too large to handle its own weight.
And so it
fails
and
falls.
My fingertips are viscid with the tangled vines of lies.
My ears long bled with beliefs.
My tongue has told of chances past.
Last chance.
Unweave your web.
Or lie in your lies.
What a tangled web we weave.
Copyright 2011 | Jazelle Handoush
Whoa!
ReplyDeleteJazelle, this is AMAZING! I really liked this piece a lot.
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you both so much. :] UCF has an open mic night here and I'm trying to place around with a few style changes before I finally pick what I'll be performing. Although I'm totally tempted to pick an old Expressionist's "Speak" piece. ;]
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