FAKE LIES
The donor class is warping the loom.
Domination is damnation.
Defiance is a shortcut to de-finance.
We have to scrap for all that’s left.
Make of your suffering, charms.
The best things are free (like me),
but cocktails cost an arm and a liege.
Sipping a Tombstone at Suffolk Arms,
we revel without a causality.
Nothing to it. Just drip your lips
into mine. Drive me insane.
Ferrari in a fire lane in a sanctuary city,
racing toward a burning eternity.
Only with you do I win by giving in.
–Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Poetry