LOSING THE LIE
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Ramón E. Martínez
Ramón E. Martínez grew up in New Mexico and Arizona. Poems from his full-length collection, The Receipt of Fern Seed have appeared in: A Poetry Mag, American Poetry Review, Balcones, Bilingual Review, Black Warrior Review, Cape Rock, Century, Contact II, Croton Review, Gila Review, Glens Falls Review, Graham House Review, The Greenfield Review, Inlet, Inscape, Panoply, Rio Grande Writer's Newsletter, Riversedge, Víaztlan, and the Virginia Quarterly Review. He is currently seeking a publisher for The Receipt of Fern Seed.By Ramón E. Martínez
Published on 02/4/2003
"There is worse to come," he said. "What this really means
is that you have stopped living. At any rate,
you no longer lie so interestingly as before.
Friends say you are becoming colorless. That you are fading.
There are some things you do not know or understand.
is that you have stopped living. At any rate,
you no longer lie so interestingly as before.
Friends say you are becoming colorless. That you are fading.
There are some things you do not know or understand.
He is an interesting man, who lies well... --P.D. Ouspensky
"There is worse to come," he said. "What this really means
is that you have stopped living. At any rate,
you no longer lie so interestingly as before.
Friends say you are becoming colorless. That you are fading.
There are some things you do not know or understand.
And you admit it. You are ashamed of lying.
Your friends grow sorry for you. In their own way,
they are right.
You are losing a certain amount of silliness along the way.
You no longer deceive yourself. You have begun to die."
Copyright © Ramón. E. Martinez, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
"There is worse to come," he said. "What this really means
is that you have stopped living. At any rate,
you no longer lie so interestingly as before.
Friends say you are becoming colorless. That you are fading.
There are some things you do not know or understand.
And you admit it. You are ashamed of lying.
Your friends grow sorry for you. In their own way,
they are right.
You are losing a certain amount of silliness along the way.
You no longer deceive yourself. You have begun to die."
Copyright © Ramón. E. Martinez, 2002. All Rights Reserved.