Spirant Truths
meretricious tinsel rewards itself
hailing its wounds as mighty swords
in coppers chrome and nickle plates
contriving feigned lover's affection
hollow soul cries out for more
deaf and blind are those who spy
spurious pirate walks his broken plank
a specious substitute offering torn veils
forking within apocryphal spurred tongues
unable to sustain chary smoke filled screens
time's sin allows the spade to pedanticly reveal
onerous plots cremated by her emery's pious dust
as rusty iron nails seal into pine coats box
buried deeper in graves by hallows insight
her zenith crowns within spirant truths...
(Written: June 14th, 2010 4:14 p/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley