True Lies/ A.G.K

Even when I told you that I lied,
Even then,
I was lying.
I’m not accustomed to telling the truth,
I go where my tongue takes me to,
I go.
I die going.

Because it’s
Difficult
To breakdown truths
into
Small measurements
of exposure.

There are other words
Less calculated
That say
A lot.

But I’m already used to it,
I am a skilled craftsman.
It comes with the territory
It comes
Stealthily.

Behold how every door is slammed shut;
Still the tongue recites success,
Every time I fall apart

There Needs To Be/ A.G.K.

There needs to be a zipper,
I tell you.
So it can be treated

My chest, the temple of the heart

So to cut
And saw,and saw, and cut
To no count. To treat.
There needs to be.

If you are to stamp,
than with the heel
Thin, thinner still
so that no hope will Remain.
If so, then Death, if that
Than love.
There needs to be a zipper
and you need to know how. Where
to unstitch, to stitch and to amend .

There needs to be a zipper
To ease the madness
There needs to be a zipper there
needs to be a lock on the door
and a gourd at the entrance.