Poems and Prose #175 - Fibbed

Here lies

    a liar,

Lying quietly,

    pants afire;

A lie-deployer

    heretofore,

And now a

    stoic lier.

Welcome, those few

    who've inquired.

No more turns of

    phrase required.

Poems and Prose #174 - Mobius

I find myself pacing

around the room once again,

Certain there must be some way

to somehow re-begin.

My reasoning, though,

has come to grow

quite pale and thin,

I conclude,

now quite removed

from madding crowds and dins.

Let the first stone-thrower then

be without sin,

And let me pace and pace

and pace, then amend.