I bet you didn’t think
I would know.
It wasn’t difficult
To figure out.
All the clues
Were there.
You don’t cover
Your tracks very well.
I liked the way you
Looked me straight
In the eye
And lied about it.
It shows me
What you’re really like.
I guess I knew
Deep down inside
But pretended
I didn’t.
against the evening
I press home
through long streets
and bewildering journeys
searching the music stave
of the paved street
for your echoes
and imprints.
A day too late
I am told later.
and the shabby subterfuge
of stumbled words
stands shadow like
behind us
Solitude is the welcome catalyst for my creativity
The clutter of familiar objects is so reassuring
Vulnerability and spontaneity my trusted allies
Flattery insinuates itself as a malignant disruptor
Some unwelcome intruder in the private process
Conceit and deceit are the eternal collaborators