poetry

Dammit, Janet.

tape recorder by stengchen

tape recorder by stengchen

Oh, how quickly we weave stories
from barely existing points of inquiries:
what I can spin from a profile pic
and a quick google search
can fill the length of
an entire Led Zeppelin discography.
Not everyone does this? –I wonder why,
it’s the only thing that separates their truths from their lies.
Put their stories in quotes
and memorize their anecdotes
and you’ll see how everything everyone says–
is a sad, tired repost.

Point in fact:
I met quite the act,
Who smoked his cigars and delivered
Jokes so funny I shivered.
I swooned and I mooned to his intelligent woos,
only to catch his entire act on Youtube.

Which makes me wonder,
about the validity of others,
Is that your photograph or did you get it from Flickr?

Found a girl in wide glasses, she must be your lover,
White dog in her lap named Janet.
Did she break your heart and crush it?
Or did she see right through your kindess?
Or did you weave a story so real
to convince me what a true man is?

I can tell you’re quite the magician,
Show me your favourite type of manipulation —
But I warn you now, I’m best at contradiction,
Nothing anyone says doesn’t require an investigation,
I’ll find your truth, you see it’s my addiction,

Because weeding out the filters and the liars is a mighty fine obsession.

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