Let’s put the truth
Into perspective:
There’s no such truth
But the truths
Of lying
With your back turned on the sky,
Eyes fixed firmly
On the dirt before you,
Seeping out
Through the cracked fingers
Of Men selling gold.
The gold key turns,
Out falls the dirt
Brought to Men by God
The Almighty, dropped from above
The universe, sprinkled with snake oil
And flushed down your throat
With the rest of the sewage–
Nourishing no one but the narcissist.
Oh, entitled no one
Awe us with your truth!
Show us your gilded dirt frame
Wrap it up in words, words, words..
Those golden lies that hide the truth
Of everyone’s lies–
Especially mine, the one framing truth
In poetry;
Wrapping it up in lies, lies, lies
Like wax candles, slowly burning
Into a juxtaposed cylinder.
You, the wick waiting
For melted truth
Of burnt lies.