Sleep Wrinkles

Buttons from a Teddy Impressions of sound safe sleep Sleep wrinkles speak of my last nights A pen on pages wet from a weep Once, the lacey blouse Of a great date Then, beer-soaked laces of a football In the mirror, heading to work, late Sleep wrinkles may say If I had a good time, or not For the guy who sold me this lovely grave He's cussing those sleep wrinkles Two days old, looking like a 38

Natural Elocutions of Denial

Practically every meaningful word which I have uttered is wrong. How can I say this, don't I know what I am saying? It is exactly because of what I have said and not meant, That I can now say my words are fiction. Had I known what was most true, that is what I would not reveal. Somehow we are like frightened children, scared of the truth. All my secrets have made me a Liar, you and I are not alike. The cat and the dog hold nothing back, save for indifference. We speak in guarded undertones, hoping not to annoy. We save our feelings for when the time is best. But we have missed the mark, time has had its way. Another thought another day, and we are busy with fresh denials.