Careless Whispers
“Time can never
mend,
the careless
whispers of a good friend.”They are still my friends,
my lovers, these whispers,
though they invite my destruction.
Each is a kind dagger
seductively cutting my soul,
trying to fool me into damnation,
a thousand tongues,
a million teeth and fangs,
pinching and biting
teasing my ears with sultry kisses.
“To the heart and
mind,
Ignorance is kind.”
Ignorance is not so kind.
It is a tribunal of
blackened saintshanging upside down.
They disarm and confuse me.
I don’t know where they are,
Who they are,
the man on the corner
across the street
watching me,
or the one walking on the highway before me.
Who are they?
I’m blind
and ignorant within shadows,
a shadow with an outline of dimming light.
“There’s no comfort
in the truth.
Pain is all you’ll
find.”
They tell my truth,
proclaiming to know
it.They have my truth
and snatch it away,
that iridescent pearl that is/was my wisdom.
My Devils in angel masks,
beautiful demons
languor in their painful pursuits.
They want me there.
That will make them happy.
Can I please them?
My whispers lap my
ear, my mind, my soul,
sylphs of time,
shifts of light,
visions of mystical
insight,who are noises of everything and nothing.
They are my truth,
my prison keepers,
my torturers,
lovers in my deconstruction.
Song lyrics taken from “Careless Whisper” performed by George Michael
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