Sitting round the table gets complicated, but
it’s overrated and can be debated. I miss back
before I repeated every word I heard.
Creative non-fiction I say, but lie and write
something bright or snowy white, to create
a craven tale
about going down to the river to pray. Oh sinners,
who’s going to wear the robe and crown when we
sit round the table and tell our tales.
I ask if you’ve ever seen New Orleans with all its
cotton bales? Have you forgotten the little green
eyed girl you met there?
Did you pray to find out where she had hid?
Was she asking for an early grave by walking
on down the street solicting every man she met?
Don’t lie and say no, because I’ll change your
words to ones I need. My words will sound better
than yours and I’ll say my story is true.
When that’s all done, I won’t write again until I
sell my story. When we sit around the table again
It’ll be a good night to create our non-fictional lies.