“A CHILD’S HONESTY”
today I sat and typed
out a few poems.
today they came as
naturally as a lie
comes from a female’s
mouth.
today I had my son and
the two little girls.
as I typed and they
watched television,
my phone rang.
the ringtone was clear:
BULLSHITTER ALERT!
BULLSHITTER ALERT!
the oldest of the two
girls smiled at me.
“Eddie, it’s mine and
my sister’s mom.”
By: Chicano Eddie
9-04-2016
Categories:
bullshitter, beauty, child, childhood, dad,
Form: Free verse
Imprisoned
Am I, by the voracious appetite, the relentless grasp of love.
Goaled, caged – a prisoner of love’s illusions of, it’s reality for.
I am unable to extricate myself from the shackles that bind me to.
The fetters of my love for, hold me, ever so firmly, in their grip.
I realize that I have the key – it is in my head – to set myself free. It has, it does come to me, oh so often !, ringing in my ears, in my brain, in my heart, hanging so harshly before my eyes “ you will never be my boyfriend, never my lover ” – “ you are not of my class ” ( social rung of the societal ladder ), - “ you are not on my level ” ( level of education ), - “ you are not a man I desire ” ( have any feelings for ), - “ you are stupid – unintelligent ”, “ you have no brain, don’t use your brain ”, “ you don’t listen to me, you don’t understand anything, know anything ”, “ you are to old, can’t change ” ( to become my creation ? ), “ I do not believe you ! ” ( am I a liar ?, a con man ?, a bullshitter ?, a manipulator ?, am I like all the other men you have been involved with ?, etc., etc. ),
Categories:
bullshitter, change,
Form: Prose