Packet of Lies

it in the heaven’s stomach;
you see a glitter that makes your
hope grow beards.

on your head you carried
packets of lies
crossing the hills & the cemeteries.

in your pocket you homed a
stranger, offer him a bed to lay
and steal from the bank of his soul at night.

& you named yourself a synonym for death
but remember, as you chase life it rebels,
rejecting the offer you offered.

note, loneliness is not an excuse
to stay alive. and remember greed
is a sweat of the devil.