False Things & Paste Up Poetry

False friends, like false teeth, can be removed and tossed away, but you can never again feast on the same life. All is purée and liquid, moving indivisible down the gullet and out of time until you are no longer sure if they were false or the real thing.

Categories: Life & Times, Poetry

Shortest Distance Not Between Two Points

All the things that don't happen; if you laid them end to not-beginning it would be a long road of nothing, to nowhere. Like trying less than conceived, and this is not so much a failing as a holding of the bullet in the chamber, undischarged. Never firing means never missing.