how’s a liar walk
when confronted with truth’s ramp
small unsteady steps
she
carefully removed
layers
of
the truth
replacing
each layer
with
a plausible
lie
one anchored
in her
own past
but
not necessary
true
of
the events
or
persons
being described
as
any good lawyer
might
do
during
their
bout
of storytelling
in
the courtroom
where
a murder
becomes
a victim
of
child abuse
or
a white-collar criminal
becomes
a
victim
of
the
system
it doesn’t have
to
be true
but
the story
must flow
and
engender
emotions
on
the part
of
the listener
in
favor
of
the storyteller’s tale
oh
and
a tears
or
two
would be useful
to complete
the
deceptive picture
a beautiful box
with such intricate designs
but it is empty
tears welled
in
eyes
voice strong
but
dry
as if
reciting a prayer
saying
you’ve grown old
you cannot recall
childhood memories
silly games
gentle touches
bedtime prayers
or
laughter
into the night
it’s all
been clouded
by
guilt-full lies
but
as i die
my child
i swear
you’ve
not
heard
the truth
carefully wrapping
the truth in cellophane lies
conceals hate’s envy
feel the night’s cold hands
pressed firmly against your breasts
your life’s lies revealed
wears her thorny crown
woven from well crafted words
each one a life’s lie
it’s like waiting for
change from a penny she said
truth heard after lies