Telling Tales
The television reveals
young people on a sandy beach
they are drinking in a sunset
and being beautiful.
It’s a lobster commercia
but we are not told that
until the lobster starts speaking.
We have made the young
as dumb as we were,
but they are catching on fast.
It’s impossible to regret anything
when the very ground under our feet
is begging for more fables.
Until the world is healed of our reality
we will carry on
dispensing sweet, sweet nothings.
We must be seen as fully clothed,
able to function on the old fictions
until we pass away
into our own story books.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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