The Contrary Spirit

[ellajam]

Hi, Sz, I've read this many times and previously just enjoyed the bounce of contradictions within each line but it always had the air of lightness and nonsense to me. Not today, , today it all fits together perfectly and I can really enjoy it, dark as it is. The opening spins in place, the poem recklessly knocking off personalities leaving only our driver, supposedly exiting, but really still spinning on the axis of his only truth. Well done.

Crashed his hearse
on a one-way cul de sac
Survived his widow
and he then drove back
His ghostwritten prose,
all autobiographies …
… tweak’d Pinocchio’s nose
with false tautologies
Consistency, veracity
with him had died
He’d only be truthful
when he said that he lied