COME WHATEVER MAY.

She knew he was lying,
It was written clear all
Over his well fed face,
In his deep set eyes like

Murky pools where fish might
Have died; in the way he
Slouched in the chair; put his
Finicky fingers through

His hair; and the way he
Grinned, as if a thousand
Men had sinned, and he was
The worst and proud of it.

She knew he had lied; knew
By the way he sipped his
Beer; the way he stared at
Her, gave her the cold sign,

The I'll-thump-you-if-you
Persist look, so she looked
Away, took her soured thoughts
With her, wrapped them neatly

Up and placed them in her
Poison cup for some day,
When she would have him for
Sure, come whatever may.

Comments: 6

Terry Collett Jul 23, 2008, 3:27am EDT

Painting by pino. Poem by me and my Muse.

*LORA* M. Jul 23, 2008, 3:40am EDT

good one

Sharon C. Jul 23, 2008, 7:13am EDT

Beautiful Terry. I loved it.

Cindy A. Jul 23, 2008, 8:24am EDT

Terry this was beautiful.....

FRED R. Jul 23, 2008, 3:31pm EDT

Sveth Aris Jul 24, 2008, 11:29pm EDT

An interesting, well written post! Keep 'em coming.

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