lay and lie
without a reason ..
where does
lying
lead you ,
liar ?
in and out
a dresser ,
deco ,
stripped and
painted yellow ,
probably lead ,
and curtains ,
poison .
or maybe just another
moldy basement ,
tiny TV .
where will
your story
take you ?
another year
nomadic ,
nameless ,
waiting for
another role ..
not as many
gifts from suitors
as youd hoped ..
and holidays
must seem
so friendless ..
with those
hold-me movies
every channel ..
how easy
to become them .
lies that people
recognize ,
already learned ,
and loved ..
but you ?
seems by now
the truth
could only hurt ..
just your dish
says so much ,
and every prop ,
your yarn ..
and the snags
in your act ,
just laugh ,
just throw your
head back ,
take a bow .
lies without
intent ,
no liar lies
without a reason .