That’s The Truth
‘That’s the truth.’ And yet it’s not. Part invention, part forgot, Part embroidered by the weaver— Memory, that warped deceiver, Spinning, spinning in our head Yarns of non-existent thread. Tasselled falsehoods: ‘You were king.’ We know we were no such thing: Fabricated recollection Loops the truth with false perception, Spinning, spinning joy and wrath, On a non-existent cloth.
Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart