Simple Pretense

Simple Pretense Shut up! My God. Can’t you say anything positive? Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away. Away from the corneas of my soul? I know where the light switch is. Do you? I know where the dog has buried its bone. Do you? I know what lurks past your knees. Crazy gravitational forces will have the final word. Burning breathless whispers at midnight Will tell of the final spasm. Of the final heartbreak, Of the final flat tire, And of the final kiss. Here, take this smooth stone. I found it in the turtle garden with the cacti. And with the black droppings of reptilian pretense. Go ahead. Say something now. Cat got your tongue? Never mind. It’s all been said before. The mad earth continues to turn like a dumb dog Chasing its tail before the melting mush is served.