Metaphors

I very much love metaphors,

and putting stained glass windows in doors.

Magic glasses that are cracked,

to give away and then take back.

To let you know, but never see,

so I can lie believably.

I do so much need metaphors,

to pretend the facts are things that bore.

I’ll let the words flow from my mouth,

confident you won’t know what they are about.

My words keep secrets,

My God, they are the best.

This one, I’ll never finish,

So I guess that this will be it.