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A CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES
A confederacy of dunces. That's what Swift said.
That's what this is.
A confederacy of dunces, a union of liars
What defence can one offer in the face of
Half-truths, embellishment, dysentery?
The lemmings will follow the lemmings.
Am I a lemming who belongs to a different clan?
Or stoic?
Conformity to different ideals? Yes, probably.
This could be a class war, though I doubt it.
This arena is not a battleground for right versus left
If it was I think the confederacy would don the White hoods
Discard the benefit package, the income support, the parental protection
And spiral downwards, confined, imprisoned by lack of intellect.
They would fire missiles from glass parapets.
A confederacy of dunces, that's what Swift said
That's what this is.
OF EYES AND EARS
Of eyes and ears let only this be said:
they are the worst of liars.
They see what they want to see
And hear what they want to hear.
Perhaps scent is the only true sense
The slightest hint of the air can lead us to vomit or yearn for food
It can overcome affection to repulse
Or insight the strongest lust.
Eyes and ears rely too heavily on the mind
Scent is the only honest sense.
MY LOVER'S HANDS
My lover's hands are strong and scarred
They hold me in darkness, protecting my dreams.
His eyes see through my soul
"j'adore, ma cherie, "
He whispers to me secrets of intense feeling and plants
a single soft kiss upon my head
In the darkness, between consciousness and sleep,
I feel the breath of him on my neck
And inhale his soft scent.
