Thursday, February 5, 2009

seeing lies

Blood in flesh, and radiating heat,
That is my prison,
Breathing with chancy strides, i claim my stair,

Cuffs in tones, and canny deceit,
The smell of fiction,
Designing dew on your lips, fetid vapor in the air,

Truce of truths, and deft cartoons,
That is your way
Bartering eyes calling, your gallant tools

Lies of purchase, and inflated prunes
The tails of fray
What comes will come soon, me without fools

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