Tell Me No More Lies—a spoken word poem by James Navé

Tell Me No More Lies Put down your story across the rocky landing. All force belongs to those who break angel wings apart and turn them into dust. I fold you behind the patches on my shoulders. Oh, no, these are the days that have never been. At last I'm home, tired. I forgot your name. Why do I find old buzzards hiding behind clocks in shops on the Flyway Road? I wish I could be in love forever with the old trucks that roar into the night. Fold me into your pocket, carry me with you until I stop breathing, then release me into the thin air. Oh, thin air—why do you redeem the little ones? What about me, can I have redemption too? One small wish will do—a little wish to go in my story when I wake behind some old wizard's dream. I have never robbed a bank or stolen a diamond, or a heart for that matter. Hold me now, hold me tight. I belong to the wind again‚—and the lies I've told. Yes, you can take me with you. I'll protect you. I'll find the cracks of the sky and pull God down onto the fire that burns at the back of my hand. I'm home, like I said; the angels have disappeared, gone with the dust and memory. Come with me, old wizard—yes, that’s you. Put your story across the rocky landing. Tell me no more lies—at least not today.