CB
Ladies and gentlemen,
Those heard and those who listen,
I am here-
Fearing lies.
Sheets of concrete slip and crack
between a half beating heart
and a transparent tongue.
Only seconds differ
irrational words in the empty space
of lips-
Trembling ones.
I do not listen to a tone smooth
from years of practice,
worn with grin.
Because words have meaning, thoughts
between letters that can’t be heard.
A curled lip. Shifted stare.
I’m fixated, by the hand curling around
your wrist, the way your feet can’t
find a place.
Your pallid uncertainty is so plain to see,
like a red sky without purpose.
You want to know how to hear the truth?
I’m unsure myself if there even is.
But a way to evade a lie?
Don’t listen.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Those heard and those who listen,
I am here-
Fearing lies.
Sheets of concrete slip and crack
between a half beating heart
and a transparent tongue.
Only seconds differ
irrational words in the empty space
of lips-
Trembling ones.
I do not listen to a tone smooth
from years of practice,
worn with grin.
Because words have meaning, thoughts
between letters that can’t be heard.
A curled lip. Shifted stare.
I’m fixated, by the hand curling around
your wrist, the way your feet can’t
find a place.
Your pallid uncertainty is so plain to see,
like a red sky without purpose.
You want to know how to hear the truth?
I’m unsure myself if there even is.
But a way to evade a lie?
Don’t listen.