I give you …

The reigning champion of the universe

Flowers

Excuses

White lies to belie the truth

Enough rope

To hang yourself

Belay our vessel on the storm-rocked sea

To hold onto

And not fall.

 

This squall may pass

Though it holds on to our souls

Rolls and rips across our past

Rendering us

Rended,

Lost, tossed and small.

 

We must hold on

To one another

Though waves in trenches

And treachery

And complexity

And beauty

And misery

And misery

And misery

Stand tall.

 

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Ladies and Gentlemen published in Foliate Oak Literary Journal, October 2010