words: J. Pierce
I got a fat lip
From a thousand words
That just slipped out of my mouth
A blue purple blackish
Of a catfish
That’s been swimming around in a drought
The lure of the truth though
Is you can’t know
Who might speak it as clear as a child
And the fist that snagged me
Paradoxically
Left me with an inflated smile…
I got a stubbed toe
From a thousand steps
I took walkin’ down my own street
A red pinkish yellow
Of the leaf’s glow
That’s fresh fallen off from the tree
The pull of the wind though
Is a push so
You can travel one direction in vain
And the curb that tripped me
Accidentally
Led me on a journey the same…
…as the river
A leaf on the river
A fish out of water
(My raft on the water)
I (You) know the truth hurts.
I got a skinned knee
From a thousand stones
I crossed while floating downstream
Blood framed in dark green
As the moss bleeds
Where it waves underwater unseen
A current of truth flows
As the leaf blows
Much quicker as it draws near
The boulders that knicked me
Serendipity
Held me to the truth that I fear…
…like the river
Alone on the river
(A leaf on the river)
A fish out of water
(Your raft on the water)
You know the truth hurts.
The truth is spoken alone
The truth is spoken alone
The truth is spoken alone
The truth is spoken at home