For You

I want to talk about you
The juxtaposed twin
That lies deep within
The moment who spins
My web of deceit in before . . .

What lies, I can't even jive
Not for you? THen for who?
This poem is a goose,
and I run around trying to catch it.

It runs in the kitchen,
And I reach for the butchers knife
Before putting it down,
This animal may've made me frown
But there's no use in puttin' a goose down.


Emanuel