I won’t taddle but I’ll vouch with a lie
grandious secrets spinning round the mind’s eye
a kiss and a burn and you’ll flinch at the sight
a reason to lie, laid guilty tonight
parable parade:
watch as it bounces
drawn glances to a dancer
on one of those couches
and when you’re weary; tired and spent
I’ll reveal to you my heart, bound in suspense
the kite swung high and I remembered just then
the truth plastered fabric flying in the wind
I reeled and I reeled and the cord whipped back
the coil fell neatly right into my lap
And as we watched it fly away -
the echo of horns paid penance to its place
a kite shaped hole left bare on my chest
I never should have told that tale in jest
[kiem]