Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Frauds

Some reality is stranger
than fiction. So disappointed
writers wrap their short
stories of tragedy in
the tight, gauze of
imaginative creation.
Rendezvous', brief chapters
of possibilities, the
subtlety of glances all
baked into machinations
so far removed from truth.
Yet, readers wade in
with knowledge that they
are dipping into themselves,
into their dalliances, into
the recesses of their hearts
where secrets squirm,
reinventing themselves
into pretenses.

A world that prides itself
on the virtues of truth and
honesty is irrevocably knitted
into a conspiracy, self-aware.