Prey

You cannot pursue
your epiphany

Elmer Fudd-like

True, wascally revelation is
cunning, coy, indiscriminate –
charmingly droll,
visceral with twinkling eye

To hunt your trophy epiphany,
to blindly stalk personal truth
is just taking a walk,
armed.

Truth (truth be told)
is far more cunning than you;
much more adept at being
the hunter than at being
the hunted.

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3 thoughts on “Prey

  1. slpmartin August 8, 2010 / 10:58 pm

    Love the humor and depth of the poem…very deceptive in its message…thanks for sharing it.

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  2. h0ll0wd0ll August 12, 2010 / 8:57 am

    I love this poem. It’s been my experience that Truth often pounces at 3am, when you’re wide awake in the dark.

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  3. Jamie Dedes August 12, 2010 / 1:11 pm

    Good job … very clever … message beneath the humor. Love it! Poem on …

    Like

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