When You Lie

when you lie i choose not to notice
i look at the surface of things
all your parts
become little things to me

your eyes roll like marbles avoiding
a one-on-one collision
with my eyes
your tongue roll on your cheek
like the creaking wheels of
the pushcart
your hands do the martial arts
kungfu, karate
or judo

you talk about curtains and veils
and drapes and long gowns

but still the skeleton on the closet
makes some rattling sound
escaping
like this snake that i cannot
even imagine

i do not stop you
keep on holding the pillars of your lies
tonight
Delilah, the other liar
of your equal caliber
shall cut your hair

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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