Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, March 28, 2013


Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte

You play a dangerous game
Sell truth to the highest bidder,
buy excuses on the cheap
Practiced at the art of the deal,
you trade tarnished falsehoods to refurbish
offer explanations two for one
You collect lies like rare coins,
toss them out in the street,
watch the people grab them up and
pocket them like treasures
When you look in the mirror,
can you see yourself
or are you as illusory
as your reflection? 

submitted for The Mag, Mag 161


Brian Miller said...

wow. nice character sketch...the collecting of lies to toss out int he street for others to snatch up....very cool mental image for a dastardly person...

Helena said...

I'm with Brian on this one.....!

Bryan M. White said...

I've always loved that Magritte painting. It takes a second to register.

Heaven said...

You collect lies like rare coins, stood out for me ~ Like the question at the end LM ~

Happy Easter ~

Mama Zen said...

This is razor sharp! Excellent write.

Helen said...

Very ... very nice!!!

Katherine said...

Very good, I like this!