snake in de grass

Snake in the Grass Smooth with his talk Slipped through the shadows, a snake on the walk. He called me an old fowl laughed in my face Wrote poems about me then left not a trace Said,I wanted wood but let’s tell it right He sparked that fire then fled from the light A man with a stroke in his head His words like riddles half-truths left unsaid. An engineer, maybe—or maybe just lies, A mask made of charm but I see through his eyes. “No beer,” he insists, but I know the game, Slippery talker, no weight to his name. I called him out, he slithered away, Deleted his poems but I know what they say. A poet, a trickster, a mask he has worn— But under the surface, the fangs are still sworn. mj2025