to be honest / jul 2026
To be honest Lord, brother, you know how to make this month a long, drawn out performance. This is pure, unfiltered abuse of the open mic. The woman’s singing her song and the audience is only captive because everybody knows the next guy, but right now, it’s the woman starting her tight five again. Keep it unrelenting, and know the rhythm of the verse, and I’ll be taken by the spoken word. I’m telling the jokes, and I’m watching the film play back to me. The noise comes back, each time around, stuttering at its inception, then playing through again. I hear the embarrassment, and rewatch the shame. I try to breathe it out, but my lungs don’t work as they used to. I become the plaything of temptation’s guiding hands, like the last rat to fall for the trick, only wishing to gorge. By now, you have to know that the cardboard box is going to fall, and you’re going to get caught in the darkness. You sought to live true to yourself, and you got yourself killed by the weight of a shadow. It’s ...
