The Passionate Fake

You say it too easily

This word

Love

You throw it around

Like a fist in a glove

You sway and you break

The passionate fake

You twist and you shove

The confusion you hug

Crystalline under bent and

broken ways to commend

The great truce the great trend

To pretend it’s not over

To make amends

I hear your whisper your words shiver

Down the shrine, you erected in time

To proclaim yourself a hero

A real big zero behind the edge of your

tune you hum it

You run it up the flagpole at noon

This quivering shivering shake

The earth shifts the heart takes

A bow at the edge of the news

You work your way through the crowd and you choose

The ribbon colors of death and doom

You wrap them around your terrible news

That love is a lie and hate is the truth

The accidental masses

careen and carouse

Anesthetized until they drown

In your words and your saccharine speeches

Then out of nowhere flies a fluttering bird

with lighted emerald eyes that are stern

Up the tree down the valley

Sent to rally the ones who refuse

The lie the dealer the wintery rake

Cold and forgotten in your turn of the phrase

You can’t shake

Needle to the vein to anesthetize the brain

I won’t take it for granted you heard the news

Love is a river

Love is a fuse

To light up the sky to lift up the eyes

To be the surprise

That wins back the crowd

The bird of wisdom

The words of truth

The loveless gives them

Something to choose

Holding close

Calling back

Listen to the wind

Wait for the crack

This whispered anthem

Love is found