Every Story

A useless tug,
An empty jug,
Acutely suffered stings;
If only they'd subpoena me,
I'd tell them everything;

All the truth of every story
Whispered through the wires;
Blinding shimmers of dragon scales,
Psychedelic fires,
Ice picks, card tricks,
Sympathetic wound-licks,
Dusty eyes, quivering thighs,
Plastered concert poster skies

As if they're an audience of mice
And I, a friendly cat;
My whiskers won't sense their esteem for
The decorum I clearly lack.


                                                   © Dull Lead 2013