IN TRUTH
in truth
we must
despite all its
articulations
obfuscations
poetry is
a species of denial
exposing and hiding from
what we
know
but refuse to see
many times have I confessed
to
and debated this
consulting my Muse
best at
providing unique
analysis
as to why these words
never say
what I wish
they would say
reveal what
I pray they might
reveal
just play that game
of signs
that is ultimately, me
AND FEEL
they told me to write
fill
the page
I wrote and
I wrote
but the page
kept getting longer
tried
wtiting in circles
writing into
the mirror
but it
did not really help me
I wrote
and I wrote
page
keeps getting
longer
they told me to
write what
I see
and feel
IN THEORY
words
words
words
put horizontally
put vertically
are what he tells the President
he is reading
and what is the difference
between a prince and
a pauper and
a prince and a
president
at the end of the day?
you
ask.me
Oh let me travel to
the end of my leash, reach
the end
of my tether
sojourn in Paris, lounge
on the left bank
become
eternal student
many a brilliant idea imported
along with appertifs
and expressos
as I chart my way
developing the system
to conquer
limitation, figure out
what is
different
a system so open and
yet subtle
it can pre-
determine every nuance
eveb as it crosses the page idly
as any other text
word word word
text
(nothing we believe ever
outside a text)
poems 2 die for