Truth

All lies are someone's truth.

Shatter the Ten Commandments

On your driveway,

And carve your prophecies

On a therapist's couch,

Like everyone else.

Feel the privilege of--

No, entitlement to--

Delusion.

Truth is simply

Sloppy advertising.

You deserve better,

Modernity.

Person Suit II

naked i came from the
(womb)
but since that moment,
i have made +meticulous+ my
skin
into a well-tailored
personsuit.
ironed smooth and stitched
----tight----by----half----truths
impeccable by design
superb reality [tv]
i suppose.
not a day passes when
i do not fill its
comfortable ~folds~

i was tricked once
into taking it off,
thinking myself a lover.
discarded, it lay on
the floor_______of my
bedroom
for a few breathless nights.
but <never> again.
^god^ himself will have to
rip it from me
to get at my
/soul/

strange [drugs]
have taken my lover's
reality.
deep in the brain
they <fester>
//carving out a space//
//bleeding with memories//
//seeping red down the nose ears//
light, a chemical ghost, haunts
the dark--dark complacent
with neuron picture shows
to be high <fiction> and bleeding <fact>
passed out on [life]