works as a tutor in Portland, Oregon. Visit his blog: "Lip-Syncing
A Vast Terrain".
© 2006 Maurice Oliver
Thing Or Two About "Truth"
for the record, most of the so-called "facts" are not true:
bars only make you "feel" weightless.
G-8 Summits never have occurred in the lost world.
are not responsible for hollower forms of blowholes.
never rode fourteen bloated horses while handcuffed.
no-trespassing sign only applies to fast-food wrappers.
Everest has never qualified as more than a chill-factor.
is not music to eat rusted bicycle parts by.
bars do not have traplines but do have trapdoors.
-The prey of your dreams is only as good as it can float.
The Daring Among Us Flirt
...for instance, his switchblade glinting
in brassy urban light or a big X marked in
black lipstick on a public restroom's mirror
or maybe it could simply mean let him who
never sinned cast the first stone in broad
daylight before a crowd of onlookers who
laugh jeer boo point fingers at an example
of road rage rushing towards her desert
solitude an aging actress is arrested after
slapping a cop's face in the shadow of
skyscrapers & shattered bread crumbs for
the pigeons or maybe the tabloids could tell
her housekeeper who plays solitaire with one
toe tracing the floral pattern in the carpet.
-Dawn arrives peeling off night's lingerie.
-Or marble reliefs of a goddess sniffing lotus.
-She rings my doorbell pretending to borrow sugar.
-Neat rows of houses with the lawns all mowed.
-She is barefoot with a gardenia in her hair.
-At a picnic spot by some monumental ruin.
-I tell her I have a sister named sky.
-Or a wheat field rippling in yellow.
-But instead, I offer to wash her feet.
-With piano music playing in the background.
-I pour some liquid soap in my palm.
-Or through a dusty village on camel.
-With a face that belongs on stamps.
-As rivers meander then change their course.
-Or the wind belly dancing across the dunes.
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