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What lies
in a pool of

White Lies
is an Invisible Cloak

that can never be found.
Finish the book

that you are reading
before you find

yourself
lying there

in your own
puddle’d staring.

My heart
is a broken bee

in a still-active hive,
like 

a perpetually-breaking
hymen, hymn

to sing left giggling
in the humming

of honey. I’m inside
of your book’s

Naval
to suit the whims

of the fantômas
that left dramatic

monologues
in a hissing

harmony.
Finish reading

your book
with a Lisp

of Higher Criticism.
I’m a Hangman.

The Harassed
Personality

of the Year (Award) is
To be Toothsome

ere long
to give in to

sophisticated cravings.
Laureates

at Laundromats
weeping

as their lives spin
into the next

guaranteed taboo. I
watched and felt

her eyes 
slantingly glue the

Cyprus-sap
of her squinted stare

onto my visage.
Then,

I became something
other than Me:

A humbler Me
landing on the mouth

of Aristotle
in an air that’s startled.