Some of us have secrets - William Tell
"Some of us have secrets – William Tell."
Some of us have secrets.
Well, we all have secrets, William Tell.
We sweep them under the carpet,
or trade, for better things.
Some things we exchange,
they see us captured and seized,
canaries singing in gilded cages,
well, some not so gilded;
some are chirping up
an opera, orchestra vulgate,
the percussion,
rattled and deceased.
We pretend to live in golden ages
the buried deep inside us - we,
claw a way out of the hidden
musty mausoleums
haunting
all
the poetique
people.
The external jest,
they love it all,
they smother us
in their velvet words,
or drown us in
a baptismal tide
of touch and tell, bugs,
truth or dare,
a looney tunes overture.
Some of us have secrets.
Well, we all have secrets.
We sweep them under the carpet, or trade,
for better things.
The Apple plucked from the tree
like a story, before bitten,
placed on a head
stood against a wall
William Tell
for better things
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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