99 Percent?

You were never satisfied with the beauty of poetry

Though you claimed to have it in your heart

Once revealed, all I saw was a chest of ash

The cremations of so called “terrorists” locked away

Who were probably just naive men looking for love

Mislabeled to justify war crimes and atrocities

Like an ex president with small dick insecurities

I would say that all trust for your kind is gone

That you stole it when you stepped down

Into the arms of ingots and flesh fireworks

But we both know that would rival your lies

No, this lamb will continue grazing in the fog

Until the wolves lure him away once again

Straitjacket Love Affair

I wish for a polygraph as a dowry
Because God knows I don't know
Do you weave reality or safety nets?
Rather sky-dive to Hell than get tangled
Shrug off compliments to avoid strain
My tangled spine is weary from plastic anvils
A teenager falling in love with cardboard cut-outs
Look close enough and they resemble flesh
Hell, I can't even tell the difference anymore
It's all a split second blur before the car crash
Where flames burned away my trust like skin
This faceless man loves you regardless
In spite of the paranoia that gives him shape
Silent minutes march on like brainwashed soldiers
They aim, shoot, fire, and hit
Lodging slugs in the flesh of a black hole