I was a liar before the truth came
I was a poet before the poems came
I was a liar but the other lovers had no name
I was a poet but the words were all the same
I was a drinker before the smoking came
so when you asked me I told you what you wanted me to say and you sprang me from the tomato pyscho ward that is the supermarket of my brain
and we crept up from the basement to the top of your tenement soul
and then we danced all night on the rooftops lit by ten foot candles in the street
we did the shimmy and the koko bop
and pistol finger shot the dancing ghosts and neon signs
and we sat like indians face to face and fought a duel over art and space and time
riches? screw all that Kerouacky fame, you said
who needs this crap, staring deep into my sockets pulling out the energy of my spine,
chanting,
wren-gay-key-o
like some dinosaur in heat
my god, you could have lit all of Manhatten like that
instead you lit up the Jersey shore and I howled in delight
and like the King Kong of my wet dreams you stamped the bus of my lips to smithereens and sent the little people running for their lives
look out for that monster!
POW
and then when the wobbly moon went away, you hid your face in shame to be seen with me when the sun came up again
you were so radiant in your retreat
Still I will wait for you up here on this rooftop of yours looking down for any broken parts of you in pieces lying there on the ground
I throw rocks over the ledge and they go splat like the eggs that are all that is left of my virgin eyes
Waiting
I was your lover before the lovers came
I was your friend before the others came
I was your favorite before the end came
Now I am nothing more than a liar in love
August 14th 2020, 6:22 am by TerishD
Subject: love and truth 
