I Won't Say I'm A PuristA Poem by K. LouisI am a liar On most days I am a fraud I don’t have words That do fancy things But ive always enjoyed the view Of those who do For a moment I am at a party among people who can say things well, alone, but glad to be there My hairs a rat That needs a combing I have special spiders that crawl in the brain itching for shapes and ornate things to get me through the day My bed lay here, disheveled , in a mess with books that cry at night And there on the shelf With the Buddha and candles and the dime sized stone from that hippie jewelry maker on the way to San Antonio This attempt To be at peace with not believing in anything too deeply. © 2014 K. LouisFeatured Review
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