Requiem for a Fool
Rachel Simon

Must I pry wide your
mouth just to extract
your rotted secrets
like an infectious tooth

Sitting on a porch swing
just to pass the day away
and soar and fly
on the high blue skies
on a magic carpet ride
of your bleeding lies

You Gemini fool
with the San Tropez eyes
you dying cretin
lie weeping on the
dark side of the moon