Poetry

The Strange Truth

Facts in the fiction.

Sometimes the truth is actually stranger than fiction stranger than the strangest strange book

And sometimes what looks to be fiction is actually the darndest truth

Even stranger than how strange and untrue it might originally look when you first take that cursory glance

but before you give it a chance

People are that way too you can’t really tell all that well what they’ve been through

Unless you care to take a look inside all the chapters of their storybook

Or perhaps you care to take minutes of time and dwell in what they sell because not everything sold are simply lies to be told

If you peddle through their dark caves Maybe sit awhile in any dusty tavern on rickety chairs

Commiserate on the humanity of being a human being

Drown past cheers in two pints of beers speaking of what once was untold You break the mold and open the curtain

shatter the fiction connect with truth And cast wonder upon how all life is so skillfully carved out

so divine

so imperfectly

perfect