Bough Breakers
Outside the catered candle lies my venomous volume of lies
I lie to live
I lie to fit in
I lie to test myself among other liars
I lie almost every day to the people I love
And those I despise
I lie like a lion among lionesses
I lie like a drug addict in rehab
I lie like a politician on vacation
I lie like a musician on speed
I lie because lies are easier than the truth
I lie not to have to tell the truth
Not to have to think
About some transcendent moment
Some billowy breakdown
Some nasty narcissus
I lie to live
I lie to die
I lie to play with my eye
The river by the park is lush and green
But people see only the park
They see only what they want to see
But I am crazy because I see what is
I see broken people walking down asphalt roads wearing their polluted hearts on their
backs
The same backs they once used to climb and run
The same hearts they danced around and forgave
I lie to be noticed
Copyright © Radomir Luza Jr. | Year Posted 2005
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