Beautiful Lies


Beautiful Lies

A moment to moment
question of chance,
Or a preconceived notion
unzipping my pants.

Tell me again,
that lie that i believe.
Tell me it's June,
on all hallows eve.

Maybe it's the way you leave me,
all tethered for return.
Maybe it's the way you fall out;
your sexy crash and burn.

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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