We Live These Lies

We know how to live 

A thousand lies

But not one fragment

Of truth.


Lies are easy lovers–

Full of forked tongue

Syrup poison.

We sip

This liquid magic

Never together, apart only.


Truth is hard

Raw and starchy

Like a newly unearthed potato

But it moves our blood

Into graceful rhythms.



We rot our lives

On these small white

Liquid lies,

Then choke on our bile

After we indulge.


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