.
every word tumbled off
his biforcated tongue
was exaggeration
diminished reason
justification
grand delusion
half truths
folded gently
into lies
melted pretty please
bullshit buttered
sweet peas
conspiracy theories
baked into
blackbird pie
melodic compositions
leaving a dense fog
of fetid floating
musical notes
breath
Faustian
devil in the details
leading his trusting musician
to snap
an unwilling head
in revulsion
when the truth emerged bloody
before burning eyes