The eye watering Liberty
Engulfed the room, the couch,
And rang on my tongue.
Freedom visited again,
This time on a lie.
It came ringing through the fire pit
Of cans and newspaper.
In the ringing we danced, we leapt
Well into twilight’s last gleam,
But I burned, I hurt
Staring at his mirror of words.
Freedom came in a glass bottle
Disguised clear as plastic.
It came wrapped up in, star spangled
In a blurry dripping kiss
And clammy sweet hands.
But this freedom had a shelf life
Waging for me in weeks
When I had only begged for days.
Just as it had come
On a rocket’s red flare, it left
While time passed me by.
And a life does expire,
So as I stare deep
Into the shallow longing
Of cloudy gleaming eyes,
I see my pieces breaking off
Kiss by kiss.
And I burn, I hurt
At this, the price of freedom and
His bullet spraying truth.