(With a nod to Galt Niederhoffer)
How does missing occur
without having?
Without holding?
Why does one long
for something never known?
When does a smile wax sin?
Is that possible?
When does a gaze
become extraordinary?
What distinguishes friendly
embrace from intimate
brush of hands?
Where does existence
become betrayal?
Truth will never be
put asunder:
For the answer to these
and other related questions,
tune-in tonight
following the evening meal:
Main course: Self- examination,
served with a side
of self-deprecation,
Finished with a flourish
of nine inch nails.
Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.