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The Lie

Never trust a man in a blue trench coat…”    -Tom Waits

He was waiting outside the gate
in a trench coat and hat,
hands in his pockets.
He came to discuss
the terms of extortion: He tells you
that he will be moving into your master bedroom;
he needs the extra space.
He will be attending your pool party,
you are to introduce him to your friends as a your brother,
make up any name, he says.
He’s just come from his villa in…
you are to make that up too.

At first, you are able to ignore him.
You make casual small talk with your friends.
When he grabs your drink from your hand,
his robe opens, revealing a huge, hairy belly
with snake tattoos that seem to move;
some of your guests turn away in embarrassment  and disgust.
Others laugh nervously
and try to engage him.
He vulgarly insults men and women, alike.
When the tension rises to the breaking point
he pushes you into the pool, and laughs like a jackal.
All your guests start leaving.

As you dry off, he says “I think that went well.
Sit down and let’s plan our next soiree!”

-Edited-

Guarded Moments

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I was scanning my brain
the other day,
searching for toeholds
in appropriate convolutions
and inside one crevice
a playback loop of sorts
was going on and on
just below the surface.
it said “with all your armour
and your elaborate filters
you cannot feel the pulsing,
undulating moments
that swim around
and through you.”
It was the call to action
that brought me to this point.
Since it continues to repeat
it propels me still.