There was supposed to be a lamp post in this story…
It’s not coming out… this lamp post post…
It’s in there, I can feel it bubbling to the surface… lamp posts, lessons, and licorice… that’s what this post was going to be about, but the lamp post is eluding me today. Instead my head is filled with nonsensical weirdness (because lamp posts and licorice are NOT nonsensical… trust me on that one!)
So instead I shall pull out one from the archives… Let’s see if anyone cares to analyse it…
I call this one…
NOT ABOUT A LAMP POST…
The truth, made curiouser by flowered phrase,
leaves the uninformed in the blinding dark,
for even those who inherently know what’s real,
are easily fooled by false tales of a scar.
A world where even Saints are sinners,
their scars claimed existing in the name of right,
or ignorance, or self defence
can lead the distracted heart to it’s plight.
Those who inhabit this world of pretence
are they, who it seems good fortune has missed,
but if you start searching it eventually makes sense,
these tales are tangled in all who exist.
