Poetry

Faces of Love

Love was the lie
Disguised as truth,
talked to me, bitterly sweet
Watched me stagger,
brainwashed with hypo.

Love was the lie
baked in a jar,
Coated with icing-sugar.
But of sore-sweet soreness,
lay beneath the coat.

Love was the lie
which took me to the apex,
Painted me fine pictures,
Of Philadelphia and New Orleans
Ouster into Lake Chad.

Love was the lie
that brought me the truth,
The truth of love when
love is true.

True love is as sweet as fried
chicken wings, garnished
with fried potato combo.
Served with iced milk shake.

When next
love becomes the lie,
I saw the shape of love
when it was true.

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