Daniel Montoya

I am uncensored?
I don't lie?
At least not to myself?
I love my job?
I love my mother?
I am always angry?
I am not lonely?
I am good?
I am?
Well at least I don't believe 
these lies I tell myself?

THE TASTE OF MEAT

I like to think of the life
that I drink,
The fats and juices
rolling down my throat,
Crushed dreams and freedom,
I chew on these thoughts 
with the flavor of bbq sause.

THE WATCHER

I am the watcher
i sit and recline on life,
looking and laughing
crying and snarling
all from the comfort of
my living room.

CONCOCKTION

I believe what I say when I lie, 
that is why I am so good at saying things, 
about being worth something, 
that is why I dentify with the world, 
that is why I am the life of the party, 
why everyone loves me, 
and I love myself, my family 
I care 
I believe 

SCATTERED ASHES

I hate poetry 
I hate reading it 
I hate elusive denial 
why can't we come out and say things 
you know sickness 
when you write it, 
and you read it back to yourself 
so that you can censor 
the parts too personal 
too much you! 
fear of exposure 
so you hide it with babble 
and others like you read it 
and they understand 
they hate poetry too.