shut your mouth

out from the rostrum
in my head

raking ***** claws down
the big open wound
that the mind has become

no more
makeshift threshing floor

the stopgap
you have made man's errand

the erring, wandering star
swollen bigger than its dark, devolving home

subterfuging
refuge
for me

a notch in the gold
a gap in the fire
a pause in the plaudit

liar
liar
liar
liar

you won't make a meal of me

I know your name

it's

liar
liar
liar
liar