Insipid Thruths

written 5/9/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

What’s that I should gather

From your inflections

Your insipid connotations


Cough sneer

You can thank me later

You laugh and slide closer

Further away

At my side only when convenient

More often worming ahead

Drafting me like a piece of flotsam

In your wake

Wake up I tell myself

Daily, heading my advice

Only when the chorus of wails

Around become unbearable and I drown

Them out and my own

Incessant whisperings beseech me

And I can listen peacefully

You stare listlessly beyond

Focusing on a pale spot near

My left shoulder, livid eyes

Never look toward me, only past

Tendrils of once savored feelings

Now soured and rotten

Bind us still

Here together

Your words keep slipping past me

Enticing cloying honey

Vivid bright surfaces I’m meant

To understand but

Hidden truth surges under

Tipping up, striking through

Dark strong currents, forceful rancor

Iced over masked with concern


Here take my hand, you say

And I know I shouldn’t

But I take it anyway

Eight O’Clock Sharp

A banker’s commute

Written 5/7/2015

By Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Intermittent clouds

Play games with the sun, cut grass sings

Like the vibrating cords of a supplicant

Torn loose from his god

Bringing sweet scent to the air

Birds twitter away

Oh how I wish I could be included in the

Revelry

Their secret lives

The joke’s on us I suppose

A cat stretches, bites at hidden fleas

Bolts sudden from his ambush site, sight

Runs from mine

Behind trees

Alarm calls explode around

Screeching sirens pierce like blades

That settle suddenly on silence, pregnant

With expectations of horrible things

With a hesitant, dare I say brave?

Single sharp sign

The chorus begins again

I walk on

Passing lovers holding hands

And kissing, oblivious to the

Scene transpiring around them

Onto the crosswalk

I pass a thin man, lit cigarette in hand

A gecko tattooed on his exposed wrist

Out of the park, back to the cubicle

At my desk for eight

O’clock sharp

Stone Faced

written 4/21/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

What rotten core

Hides inside

Your smooth skin

Perfect features

Flawless tones

What did your maker hide

Inside

That she did not want

The world to see

Tiny cracks

Upon your surface

Betray your secret

But worry not

Years will crumble

You to dust

Long before your truth is

Exposed