i have lied in every line
i ever wrote
in every thought
that crossed the undulating
boundary of yes i'll think that
no, forgotten.
cheated on myself
in every action
and decision
dislocating me completely from that--
thing
you have and i do not.
i'm lying now.
i do not even know it
lying shamelessly
professionally
socially
and most and worst
in poetry.
i love you but i will not touch you
desire you but will not move
when perfect lies
meet perfect truth
there's hope
of sorts
but nothing much
don't hold your breath
don't kiss me
and don't cry
no
please don't cry.
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers