Let’s toast to the lies!

The suit and tie: a perfect lie

guised among a grayer sky

I will wait for you in my space

Shivering in that dampened place

a-gazed.

And when daylight finally comes

The pulsing bleeding of my gums

will hopefully subside, untried

caught in a sticky subtle pride,

cherry spittle swirls.

Friday, I’m sad again.

Tired from running through secondhand men.

You’d think this time it’d be enough,

to sort through all your hardboiled fluff.

Slippery swollen untruths.

So let’s toast to the lies

Your cardboard suits and soup-stained ties

that I smoke out with dry heated eyes

I will continue to wait, soiled with hate

in my space

my place

aloft charcoaled decay

and the tiredly twisted replay

of your pupated puppet-ed cabaret