Honestly, I Think Not

honesty is bullshit

it takes sweat

it takes regret, stuffs it

up the, or down the

throat of those you claim to love

or, or, perhaps

those who hang around the fringes

pretending you matter.

i don’t know, it feels

like a sick kind of dichotomy

stetching the wretched confines

of the mind, the worst part of those deep deep recesses

dark dank and rarely visited.

virtuous nonsense, yes virtue

can exhibit signs of it, for sure

i think i’m preferring silence

peace, let’s keep it

sure, honesty keeps one

pure, judgmental, stark

actually

naked and hung out to flake away

into the creeping

regretful silence

that awaits, the chosen preference of the day.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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