Honesty

it scrubs
behind the fast-talk grill
it scoops up years of undone crud

it doesn’t need
the way a lie
will knead
and bind
until it finds agreement
and slips into the anchored
unrocked boat

QUID PRO QUO
proudly lettering the stern

it’s not afraid to bitter Basqiat
a sugary Kincaid
or raze the figures
of realism
to realize a Rothko

NO
and you

needn’t grease
the wheel of suffering
for you

insert yourself unspoken
into the spoke

as I go flying
please smile back at me

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