May 2013

12 4 2

by romansj

by romansj

Gossip

Sonora Roman

I slither in on my belly, hiding in the grass

My voice whispers weeds into the garden's path

But my weeds look good

Like dandelions do

Now, my 'lions, attack. They hunt. They feed.

See her, she must be strange, just look at her shirt.

What about him? Look at his ears.

He's weak see the tears.

On and on I go about each innocent face

I sneer and I hiss but you don't really notice

Because it sounds like a kiss

A kiss to your ego, a kiss to your pride

Then it rains.

And I slink away

One drop, then another. Drop.

Drop.

At each drop I shiver.

Each drop is truth.