Hackneyed Shopworn Insights

Just the other day I had occasion to reflect on all the sadness I’ve ever seen

I never want to have to do that again, but the truest fact there was happens

to be that I certainly will

So then it comes down to how we face up to the gathering storm

The supplies we lay in and to which gods we pray

Tell those stories, those long tall tales

Where in the end you feel a little better

because you learned something, the value of friendship

Or some other blue fairy tale

Spun so deep it’s woven into every invented persona

Every variation on the self we can throw into action

There still lies that one solid core

Me who can only speak to you –

Speak only to you

They say there’s a way of telling the truth

So it comes out like a lie

The distinct and raw red untruth

The one we never really want to tell…

Until the next fit of pique lays melancholy on our back doorstep,

The one where the sun gonna shine one day.

End. Rev2 12.14 p.m.

© David Mark Speer 23 February 2012 Brooklyn, New York