Life-Art-Life

It is best if I lie. I know that now. Six
Decades into a life at once seedy and sad,
Ambiguous, riddled with dead-ended roads
Which had auspicious starts, I'm aware of
The value of narrative threads. Why am I
Here? What do I do? What do I see in the
Also-seedy and sad-looking matron, here
In a Mexican bar in a sweltering town on
The Snake? I see sex, but I say I see love
Never-ending, a home along one of these
Dusty streets. I see shaving on Sundays
And going to church, and imagine me
Fashioning middle-class life through
A job in the lumberyard. That's what
It seems that she wants. I shouldn't say
I want sex. The sun sets beautifully
Over the Snake. The matron is sweet.
Te amo, I tell her. She stumbles, her
Hand in my own, as we move from
The bar to the motel across the street.
I'll be gone in the morning. She'll be
Okay. Narrative thread, kisses and
Condoms, bliss for an evening,
A lie.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-19 at 12:45

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