While I Contimplate Your Sanity


when we saw of each other, i figured we lied

and that was the first thing that struck me as right.


the thing I’ve begun to ask is

what’s the truth behind your word is?


and all of this

which is


you lying

and me smiling

like a child.


what classifies a fib?

charm glib?



I’m beginning to tell

and boy, is it swell.


you have me like a butterfly

I’m stuck and I just need to try


it’s under the rocks that I sweat

it’s in the dirt I start to forget,


but you

sleek, smooth

powder proof

and gold tooth


that smile is like a slate

being drawn upon the grate

slowly un-knotting me





that  lie

seems  just right.

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry



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