Pater Mendax Pater… Or The Thorn That Spider Weaves…

November 23, 2016

 


 It shrinks the world's
Wide edges small-
Smaller,
A self-waning
Circle,
Faux-pledge's
Debt-collar.

 It's a scaled, swift
Treachery coiled.
A slow but steady
Coward's bath boiled.

 It's a pit with your name on it
-Mate!
An incriminating love
Sonnet's
Hate

 Swirling
In the cup of...
Hotel California.
Can't say they
Didn't
-Try-
To warn ya.

 It's a warmth ill-sought
By moth, within flame
And death's life-following,
Baited switch game.

 It's a
Forkéd tongue
Oft'
Hay-heaping
On our Surgeon's
Needle, keeping

 Hope's help
Just
Beyond self's reach
Of what we held in-
Conveyed by speech
 -Sincerely.

Do you trust
Your eyes
To see
Or          Truth
We've heard Heel
Set us free...

Well
Who, then, might our
Captor be...

 But
Liggur
Eða
Sem Lygari?
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