Prescient Truths of Tomorrow

A poem from my self-published collection "(interrobang) lament for lost time" available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues

Prescient truths of tomorrow,

-mad cap insights-

His bold overbearing

swimming in an ocean of foreshadow

-Poet, prophet, painter,

professional dead man-

His absurd theatrics have gone unnoticed.

Leave his lies unturned.

For, who knows what lurks there?

Surely centipedes and worms,

rolly pollies and creepy crawlies.

For, who knows what socks

really go with that tie?

Help me, please,

I seem to have gone colorblind..

What blind truths consume you now?

And in how many bites?

(How few?)

What opens your eyes?

Come on then, tell me.

Spill it.

Then I’ll come along

to clean it back up.