lies – poems 2 die for

TRUTH BEING

CHILI FRIES (video version)

CHILI FRIES

went to the drive
through at
the fast food
outlet

came away
with a couple of
presidential candidates
and a load
of chili fries

the candidates
were not
up to much
looked nothing
like as advertised

but the fries were
piquant

and were not
crawling
with grotesque lies

BLOTTED

the lie spreads
seeps into, flows
across the page

as soon
as pen hits the page
commiting such
magnificent untruth
to screen
and paper

you need
air-tight law
to protect the lie
from truth’s
unholy power

make sure it
feels safe

has the space
required
to enact its alchemy

turning blotted
copybook

ink spilled across
so many fronts
to rivers
oceans

of blood
(enough
to paint the world
twice over)

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.

CATCH UP

your lies
are going to catch up with you

all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost

returning
with a vengeance
karma
(that boomerang
principle)

it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
an empirical fact

switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
implausibly

pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness

telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
monsters steeped
in the secrets of power

havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment

killed so many they
should be
to you
as children to
a Father
worshippers
to.a god

no, my friend, my lying friend,

what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you

sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart

YOUR TRUTH

for so long
I swore by your truth

you must
have laughed

saw
me coming

led me
by the nose

and as totally
misleading narratives go
yours was a
beauty

reality, truth,
totally flipped
on its head

and what power
you now marshal
what wicked schemes
imaginations
you do recruit

to save
that lie (fountain
of ever fabrication
that flowed their after)

your
divine line

and here, frankly, I must
confess I am
terminally disappointed

FLYING HIGH

FLYING HIGH

flying high
and beautiful

yet
drifting side to side
bouncing up
and dead

the flag of hypocrisy
beloved by power

false,
changing its
colours as you look

perfect
for supreme deception

HOW

how shall
all this remembered

find its way
into the the books

be retold
by the old folks

taught
in the clsssroom?

will this desperate spin
you are Hell-bent
on manifacturing

find its way from
your dizzy life-ignoring,
image-igonoring
brains onto
revered pages?

or will history be
your bitch
as truth is now?

WHERE?

where did it start
the first lie

where was the first lie
that all these subsequent
lies now
cling to?

what was the purpose behind
generating this web, this
hideous mosaic
of interconnected falsehoods

why is it so important
why does the future hinge
on lying
to the whole of humanity
with every word
you speak
every breath you breathe?