Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

Weak Secrets

WEAK SECRETS

a secret?
how inferior
can one get
secrets stamped
all over you… true
potatoes that hiss
I stand alone 
clutching
my bottle of white
happiness

papyrus edged feeling
world attacks brassy
biased big showing
us the way home

so… sweet your
blood mouthfuls
in gulps of foam

I
would 
let you
steal the
bottom
of my 
eyes


©Kim van Breda—18 November 2015

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Eric Boddie November 18, 2015 at 8:32 PM no secret is kept....unless it is swept....under the rug and forever forgotten....otherwise, it is only rotten....;)