conversations

sober in the daytime

we had us one of those conversations

where you feel the blood rush to the head

squeezing tighter & tighter

asking the necessary questions

seeking delicate truths

& worse than the squeezing

was knowing understanding the answers

that were coming back were less than

trying to fit these half lies

into the miasma of deceits gone

in the long years before

not wanting to interrupt the flow

with gotchas! ahas! now I knows

& wanting to say to soothe

its ok these are times long gone

nobody expected perfection

just the truth straight please

no gilding the lily

greasing the stones

but the whole truth to help me

understand the whole picture

came there none

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