Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Truth?

No, these are stories, the flotsam
encountered while walking down the street,
the emotions which erupt like pimples
out of arguments and encounters,
slightly ugly and mostly real.  Important
to document.  Important to vent.  And forget,
the way the last lines of novels are forgotten.
The way the jigsaw puzzle is down to only
blue sky.  Hard to find contrast, something from
which the mind can draw conclusions.

And know what really occurred.

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