KB
I.
With clear eyes, you peer at a soul
As bruised & doomed as your own
To arrest the shoots of intimacy's progress
You blink reality away; bravado awakes with gusto
II.
Would that we be set free
By unadulterated bullshit so sacred
Quick to see our mendacity syncing perfectly
We laugh, reassured trivially by each other’s idiocy
III.
Which lies dare I share first
Should I mix it up to seem unrehearsed
Telling my best bluff to feel interesting enough
Farewells overdue 'fore the introductions are through
