Lies have
flavor
when standing in
the presence of
their purveyor.
One might
think it
interdental
grit—
acrid,
metallic,
undigested...
but not...
and don’t.
Attempt to
heed
ev’ry part
of you,
as voices
sans sound
warn us out
loud,
urging
escape,
desp’rate,
pleading
that you
would not
glut by
mistake.
©sub60Hz
@stephenlackeyisontheedge
On the Edge
BIO: Stephen
Lackey has been writing poetry and song lyrics since high school in an eclectic
mix spanning all meters and styles. His work does bear one unifier... Always he
aims to explore what is hidden from perception, whether that be in the
structure of his pieces or their uncommonly attended subject matter. His
narrative pieces are often iambic though they lack forced meter, thereby
feeling like normal speech. His text settings often follow
mathematical/symmetrical structures. The themes of his pieces may or may not be
readily apparent, but rarely does each contain only one. And surprise endings
are no stranger to him.
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