Sometimes I lie.
Sometimes I wring my words out
to find newer
more practical meanings.
Sometimes I practically deceive,
I detract,
I deteriorate concepts,
alter them around my choices
and then define everything else
in entirely new ways.

Sometimes, accidentally,
I bend my reality,
suiting necessity,
and come up with alternate ideas
as to what happened
– or could have happened –
that might serve us all better
(and by “us,” I mean me).

Sometimes fantasy
proves realer than fact
and the legend should be printed
because it makes me look
so damned good.

Sometimes I lie
like now.