Uncomfortable truths, when we tell lies to ourselves with reckless abandon… prose tendered in reflection:
Cut that dead weight off,
those who scoff,
smile in your face,
lying eyes and souls
who don’t
love you one iota.
A word to quote,
or prose to take
on the road
for those with
bruised egos.
Abandoning our humanity
in the lust
for power,
we ain’t in it
for the greater good…
people with swarthy intentions
trying to paid…
and wield titles
without doing
the prerequisite
duties.
Grief that
is so deep,
that it is
as if,
we flirt
with insanity –
a boiling cauldron,
a calamity
of emotions…
the trees voting
for the axes,
no prophylactic
offered for
the act.
A live reading of the piece with silence as the chaser.
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