i’m not gonna tell you pretty lies, i’ve neither the time nor the inclination
someone else can regale you with gussied up tales of right and wrong
fast food fist fucked fractions, feeding fallacious fictitious factions
i’m here to alliterate, bullshit and chew gum (yep...all out of gum)
my lies will be ugly and brutal, yes; but so will MOST of my truths
my lies will be a hectic schedule less montage of juxtaposed moments
but my truths will be there in the morning, while the toast is still hot
looking balefully across the table, over the cornflake box, the sugar bowl
my lies will cough awkwardly, cutlery will tinkle on nervous crockery
yet my truths harbour no conversation and even less eye contact
the light from a clumsily lit cigarette, a spark in this morning's dark
the tea is slowly stirred as both the past and fast are broken
my lies will disseminate piece by piece, a measure of both word and time
tiny whittled slivers of taut see through flesh, scratch and release
i will cast these pieces to the winds, the gods and the unknown
a dyslexic jigsaw of ancient numbs and breakfast crumbs
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Fiction
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The rhythm to this was outstanding. Powerful look at lies and truths. Loved it!