Spilt Beans

~

few poets know each other well,

relying on their work to 

give insight into the road

they’ve chosen to tread, 

poets’ words should suffice

to paint portraits of

themselves, drawing finer 

pictures than any self

description ever could,

poets’ words detail realism,

fantasies, irony and subtle

tells that can’t be washed

or rinsed away in the pale

detergent of wishful thinking,

poets are tricked by a desire

to be honest but fooled by

the avarice of dishonesty

*

© GRS 5/24

Leave a comment