we drip

in the sugar of

a blancmange mind

and the cloying sweetness

is spooned-up by

our words

there is

little truth

without admission

of guilt and depravity

i eat that

bitterness

and search for it

in others

it went down

with a fight

the first time

as my palate

yielded to a desire

for my health

progress

is apart from

the mythologies

of optimism

and pop culture

and hate

apart from

binaries

pessimism

and alt-whatever

and love

apart from

middle-grounds

standing

firmly amid

warring sides

it's found

in the fluidity

which allows us

to be all things

i am

honest

if i can be

a liar

if i must

i finagle

with words

as if a politician

and say very little with

the profundity

of honesty

a solace

to someone

and disadvantages

will lead me

to leave him

to his solitude

is that

a bitter pill

to swallow

for a friend?

i like

the bitterness

of reality

i disgust

of the saccharine

in the unreal

of yourself

grow with me

or i will grow alone

eat with me

or i will eat alone.