among all the virtues I believe honesty is paramount
the utmost top rung fruit on the sundae cherry topping
lie to me and say you do, I will give a benefit of a doubt for you,
until you bleed me dry

i cherish honesty, in that benefit i will call your dealer
pay him , give you money for food,
sit by watching while you **** him off
call your boss with your excuses

But I will believe    in you
up to the point you stabbed me
in the back for the fortieth time
then I will die bleeding

worshipping the ground
you walked all over me on.
I am stupid.
Gotta give it to relentlessly
stupid though.

on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.