Thursday, May 12, 2016

Rodak's Writings: Pragmatics - a poem


Give your hideous honesty a rest:
lie to me.

What have I ever done to you,
or to anyone on this earth,
that I deserve to be
goosed by the truth?

Truth is for convicted felons
and sunbaked ascetics.

What I need is soft lies,
reciprocal eyes,
and the oceanic tang
of chowder upon the lilt
of my contented tongue.

Please lose the problematic verity:

take care instead to do what works.