Long Lines of Lies

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Photographer: Unknown

I don’t know what to do

when they look into my eyes

expecting

the drawing they made of me

they rewrite me,

insert the cliche that hangs like a slave in the square

I feel their lies

tickle,

nuanced and lovely to the touch,

and me gracefully bludgeoned

eventually they find the door

and drag away their sharpened tongues

and behind

a mind reawakened –

coloured by Matisse

with words sprinkled in the lush greens of grass

Copyright © 2016 (Keith Nunes)

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
This poem makes sense of what I feel going on around me or at least what I perceive is going on.