28 March 2009

The Cut

It was lowdown.
the cut
underneath the flesh
of hidden talk
the forced smile in front of porcelain teeth
the right eye sleeping
while the left eye watches,
fast like a bullet shot
there’s a lack of mercy;
you stood
tall like a tree
your nose threatening to scrape the sky
you were smooth like the wind
The talk is smooth
& arrogant
Under the weight of truth
In the presence of light like roaches.
& how do I react?
by feigning indifference

(this disappoints u)

My heart is empty
hollowed out
at points
where cracks have formed
and you,
in need of a healing?
But love can not be defined in selfish terms
While you bury the truth under the weight of your lies,
I move through faith

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