The Dissonance

 

I observed, I was intrigued

The equation I was given did not add up

Strange, help destroyed my faith

Restored the lessons

Life, liars, lip – live on

 

We met, prior professional, post?

Pretty prose, degraded or upgraded

By disgust

Heightened by sniffling, opinionating

Thoughts or senseful projections

 

Who are you, do you know?

Strange but despite the gravel

The attrition that could be exacted

By that voice, that honed piece of wood

There was nothing there

 

Show me you mean

What pours out of

Your spout

Sad you hate

Do something real

 

 

Lisa Ann Wilson

 

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