lies

i want to hear you talk
about how the world will not
end today, it will not be
that black & white horror scene- 

i am willing to listen
about how i fit so perfectly
inbetween the discarded, the broken,
the unwanted-- that i may one day
be a gasoline newspaper or a cardboard
box in the rain 

how we are all so tired, so noble
in our wearyness, our lazyness,
our rush to the unending finish line
that some god or other has drawn for us
has bound us together in words & sleep
like robots like a bus schedule or even
stars.

i want to hear you talk 
about how somewhere there is a sunset
worth waiting for, that my arms
are secret signposts 
and to just spread ten fingers out into
the wind

and you will
fly.