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About This Poem
Lizard
Years ago
I met an
assured,
self-sufficient,
powerful,
oddly friendly man
that frightened me.
I put away my ill-gut-feelings
and believed he was
what he said he was.
We did an odd dance around,
we did,
a come-here/go-away sashay.
As time passed
as often happens
I learned that he
was not what he seemed,
for in his belligerent-breath’d mouth
hid a tongue riddled
with deceit and conceit.
Ultimately his boomer voice
revealed a blue and orange lizard
sunning on sandstone rocks,
a bow tie at its scaly neck,
expensive shoes on its four feet,
dis-ease in its bite,
fame and ego driving the discourse,
leaving bloody disasters in its wake,
adding pleasure to the feeding
before passing on to other victims
- including me.
I survived by hiding among the dead,
pulling myself through the slippery
in the moon night,
hiding in obscure places
until I escaped.
What did I learn?
Never trust lizards that wear bowties.
© Jack Jordan, 2013
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