The Liar

what more can i say

than what's been said before

that every word is a two-edged sword

that the pen is mightier than an arm

and heaven help the liar

who rides the moon and stars

with her dissonant chord

she has a long way to fall

she thinks and thinks upon

the bottoms she has won but

sinks in the stink of

her own bitter tongue

the classic language of harm

she has wrought upon the world

she dresses well but

reeks beneath of dung

her own dung thrown like

pearls before the throng

and smiles as she watches them

eat but then growls aloud

as they vomit out her feces

the liar is a whore with

peacock feathers stuck up

her arse, she parades

her worth back and forth

upon the earth and

swallows whole her own

reflection in the clear glass pool

of hell where she takes

while claiming to give, give, give

and then fakes a quick step

across the yard to play

racquetball with demons

and she'll cheat if she must

to prevail the sainted martyr

she's a genius but only in

one arena, how she tricks

the open-hearted and

lesser gods, she's one

smart broad who can

play the dying swan while

still breathing freely

but if cornered like a

wild dog she'll rip out

your heart, better believe it

so it's best just to leave her

with her games and her feces

and any fool who needs them

and quietly but quickly shut

the door, and leave her

charms to the infernal world

where they belong

pick up a new feather

chant a grieving song

and move on, child, move on

(2000)