Trace Evidence

TRACE EVIDENCE

caught and fearing ... we run and

claim innocence

desperate, narrow, brownstone crevasse

like a path that squeezes me tighter as i go

a vast vault of human kind

plastered with

slight    misted     and ghosty touching

we asign blame to others

nice try!

i lie to cover tracks of

guilty verdicts with

chamealian colors 

i change elusive

hues    

that just right marriage of

 green and greasy dark

to hide .... to allure and capture

old mossman greybeard

he has cyprus knees 

tenaciously they stand    they withstand 

with tendril beards of those still tall

inflated platitudes 

on the face of failing policy

the eraser at the end of my yellow pencil

is shiney and hard

I run it across my mistakes and

create dull smudge 

I wet the end    try again but

I get is torn and 

wadded paper balls 

spit balls to flick and stick

i feel so sad .............and empty now

so sad and empty.  

1/21/2025

E.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lorry]

And all I hear is myself doing an impression of Bart Simpson saying "It wasn't me! I was dead at the time!"
But those blackened pencil erasers are a source of dejection for many E.
I think they only ever worked of you stuck your tongue out to the right with that "I'm really concentrating" look on your face!
😃
So good to see a new write from you popping up my friend.
Please say "Woof" to beauregar...Bow Regard for me! 😃

[Einstein Noodle]

thank always for your continued support, Lorry ... and for your humorous, imaginative insights and comments .. luv on ya bro! and peace and joy
E.