Pretty Little Prevaricator
By Edward Swafford
Kiss with caution can’t you SEE the
Hazard sign?
Liplock ziplocked, heirloom heat
Heuristic lines of lies and dimes so
Blind to beauty, bind to bare skin
Supple
Suffrage of the predestined damned
See. How. They. Run.
Toward you, a perfect perjurer, body
Doubled gelid stare a gone but never
Forgotten obituary oasis of lust trust
Dark junctures stolen from soma sky
Paradisiacal aphrodisiacal angel eyes
Sing to suitor(s) in hypnoidal ravage
Judgment d-a-y
Safe haven, peril precipice, mimicry
Virulence
Virile nubile exile puerile hostile ire
Munificent men ceded white cells for
One. Night. With. A. Fucking. Liar.
Lullaby NOW in repose, posing as a
Painful posterchild of PeRvAsIoN
Nay as dye days pass so clock hands
Tick like transmittable torpidity
Your ingénue era
Melancholic dusted sophist dust
Was the piquant pernicious $price$
Judicious Judas
As they met their malevolent end
By their own onerous hand, or an
Onrush of martyr manifestations (!)
Ill(ness) invocations still(ness) shh
Sleep now in evasive erosion, lay
With your craven conscripts.
© EDWARD SWAFFORD 2025
I just listened to the audio in the bathtub and between the powerful words and the bathroom acoustic...if you have not had this experience, you have not lived.
Brilliant work as always, Edward! Your poetry is unparalleled—truly one of a kind.