Photograph by Duane Locke
MARCH POEMS, NO. 58
Je suis l'autre,
Said Gerard De Nerval,
Who was rumored
To tie ribbons
Around his pet lobster.
We cannot be certain,
For biography is a lie.
People lie about everything,
New liars come along
To correct the old liars.
Wine makes one talkative;
When we talk we talk lies,
Let us be silent.
Let me gaze upon a reality,
Your nudity.
Duane Locke
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