Here it goes again…

Hypocrisy
- a poem by Jonathan Mercer

Sleepy headed fires that scorch smiles
into lush green landscapes.
Hairs sprout from carpets that groan and
heave with
unheeded desire.

Thoughts and secrets are told and retold
in the soft serenity
of a screaming ballad.
The heart thunders a whisper which
refuses to stop no matter
how
hard
one
tries.

Naked in its most clothed form
amidst thread bare skins
of fears and woes.
The charmer is the thief
of the thoughts
and the soul
and the soft, supple flesh.

The prisoner is the prison guard.
The falcon is the falconer.
The sinner is the saint.

And in the distance, a saxophone screams.