| The Great White Lie |
| Poetry by Mike Monroe |
| The Big Black Nowhere when the black hole whirlpool sucks you in you'd better start kicking your feet stuck in the thick darkness the goo of complacency the blackness can be awfully comfortable when it starts exerting its mind control starting with a soft dark massage then taking away all motivation so start kicking your feet groping for the top where life is bright and obstacles abound Smile when I don't know what to say I smile goofy and unintimidating teeth showing as if to say my teeth aren't sharp so if I bite you it won't hurt Miscommunication crossed directions make it seem like they aren't going the same way cause confusion and missed intentions is she going for a walk in the park? or is she looking for gold at the end of the sexbow? is he building a foundation for something? or is he just digging for buried treasure? days spent observing and communicating tear away layers of extra clothing revealing the hidden truth Flaming Candy flaming melting sugary sweetness orgasmal ecstasy bites and swallows of rich beauty taste fire warm stomach and heart fiery mind and caramel smile chocolate mousse kisses and a presence refreshing like lemonade in the desert Late Night Inquiries at night in bed they unwrap one another like gifts from a greater force crumpled colored wrapping paper on the floor that once concealed their pasts they learn of families and friends of former loves and childhoods climbing hills in the dawn to see the towns and plains on the other side they talk one another to sleep laughing when they realize it�s light outside comfortable in one another�s arms temporarily happy to be alive and fine with the prospect of sleep Masking Tape and Chains he looks at the wound tapes it together with masking tape wraps chains around the deeper ones trying to keep her insides from spilling out he closes all of her wounds she thanks him and smiles and begins the tedious process of stapling his gaping holes shut Uncomfortable Comfort sitting on a couch for a year can make your brain rot the smell becomes unbearable lying in a bed for a year is worse a certain type of gangrene sets in that makes your soul turn black Apples and Oranges no matter how many times you look at it a basket of apples and oranges is still a basket of apples and oranges you have to observe the different colors and enjoy them for what they are tasty sweet fruits Recurring Nightmare you wake up in the night white moonlight paints grey stripes on the wall shining through the blinds into the darkness you open the door see the person you love moving up and down on top of a demon you feel the world fall down on you your stomach drops to your feet emotion becomes deadly anger as you burst into flames Pen Wounds they say the pen is mightier than the sword and words are more painful than sticks or stones like an arrow fired a word released cannot be taken back once a word is fired your target starts firing back and a small war is started you can try to make amends but past brutalities will always come up in the negotiations and revenge comes in like a sly adulterer dropping explosives into already formed canyons Fade Away don�t let me fade away you say looking into the eyes that once loved you don�t let me die disappear into the darkness as you do the same don�t let me close in on my heart imploding into certain doom dying from a heart attacked don�t let me close my eyes don�t let me give up don�t give me up don�t fade away Aftermath picking up the pieces pictures on the floor crumpled bed sheets spilled blood trying to wake up in the morning drinking my third cup of coffee looking out the window into dawn darkness trying to motivate myself to wake up taking a shower the steam hits my head I sneeze I put my clothes on cry the last tears of the past night wipe them from my face and head to work with a fake smile I found hanging in my closet next to my pants |