Crocodile Tears ( Pretend)

Let's pretend I can read your mind.

 

What kind of words would you not say,

     whose name would you hide?

 

What places would you flee, in dismay,

or wish to caribbean-cruise to?

    

If I could hear your love,

what would it tell me

     that I do not already know?

 

What kind of fantasies would whisper?

 

Will your fears be softly moaned,

or scream loudly to be let go?

 

Let's pretend you knew I could

hear deeper all your silences,

     how many flatteries, there, would echo

like broken vinyl,

 

a skipping heartbeat, a flat tire...

 

Would you still lie, if you knew--that I knew,

still believe them?

    

Still make me believe you?

 

Let's say you could hear my thoughts...

 

Would you condemn me and herald my secrets?

Command me for your work

     make me a lackey

     or say I'm crazy to everybody?

 

If you could see through me

or feel my worst hurts,

 

would you understand why and how

my heart should burst?

 

And of course, this is all make believe,

imagination at it's height

     but true life is another sort

     of story

 

from our minds' eyes

to witness

to realize...

 

And every tale has once come true:

cloning,

     flying,

          rockets to the moon,

my fiction will be written soon

if not already written in a book

 

what kind of mood

He must of had when craving

King & Koontz

 

the idea of me...

his beard of white in a bowl of

crocodile tears,

 

playing pretend...with my living years...

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Your poem reads well, except it stumbles a bit in one or two places. If you read it aloud I think you might agree? But it is a lovely poem with quite a scary idea... I definitely would not want anyone to be able to read my mind!