A lie represents
One’s own insecurity
It is armor
Made of foil
Meant to distance
Not to defend
Lies are ghouls
That darkly haunt
That creep consume
And draw down
Even the living
Lies do nothing
For anyone else
Lies do everything
For the liar
There are no
White lies or
Gray lies or
Even black lies
Lies are lies
Lies bring doom
To both those
That give them
And those that
Unfortunately believe them
Sitting here alone
Staring into what’s
Left of a
Martini thinking recalling
Moving the olive
Around the rim
Unaware of the
Sounds around me
Hearing only your
Voice your words
Please don’t go
Sitting here wondering
Why did you
Wait to say
That until I
Was already gone
Now I understand
Why the leaves
Of Autumn miss
The summers sun
Left with only
One thing to
Do they go
And be anything
Else besides this
I’m not kidding
Not this time
Don’t kid yourself
Not this time
This doesn’t work
It’s never worked
Not this time
And not before
Or even tomorrow
So why kid
Me or you
Why pretend this
Why pretend that
When all this
And all that
Means absolutely nothing
If we are
Anything at all
It is exactly
That simply that
And finally that
Nothing at all
Oh I suppose
I touch some
Maybe ten percent
Sounds like alot
But if the
World was a
Room I’m that
Dustbunny over there
The only way
To achieve Intimacy
Is by adding
Trust with truthfulness
This exposes us
To a diverse
Number of intimacies
Any other equation
Besides that one
Leaves one fractionalized
And not whole
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 