Liar’s Pail
Fill this pail
With your liquid, Your essence
Sand it down and clog it up
With filth and fog
That clouds your window
Panes
Plunge your palms into this stew
Disappearing parts of you
Lost and gone to other places
Are the last tingling traces
Feeling for some stable surface
You come upon a murky mind
You feel your touch behind
On the backside of your spine
Scraping hands on jagged lines
Groping for the truth too faint to find
Empty this pail
Of its burden, its weight
Tip it over and out it rains
Dissolving in the air
It leaves behind
Stains
This cracking voice
This withered eye
You’ve made your choice
And you chose to lie
So carry these burdens
In your empty hands
And take your pail
To other lands
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