“let
them have the stage so long as i need not be in the audience” – charles bukowski
chicken
coups and alphabet soup
the
dreams and flowers i recoup
rainbow
showers on the lawn
the
depth of dancing at the dawn
green
apples growing in the sea
ripened
and now falling free
from
all contagions of the mind
the
hummingbird has yet to find
the
flower that will garner hope
and
take away the stethoscope
that
tethers me to pocket rhymes
and
licking green off all the limes
always
then and maybe now
i
crawl inside the birthing cow
to
seek the solace of surprise
and
leave my dreams with each sunrise
till
everything that isn’t me
is
all that they want me to be
and
yet i flourish with the fake
the
baker and the birthday cake
i
hide inside my inner being
and
laugh till i am sight unseen
watch
the world whirl and fret
fishermen
and casting nets
everyone
will sculpt and mold
freeze
you hot and burn you cold
never
having read my words
that
truth is just a tiny turd
we
squeeze out from our dirty minds
while
claiming a eureka find
they
think their thoughts can cauterize
the
veil between the truth and lies
but
i have scratched that off my list
the
veil, i know, does not exist
i
screech within the rocky bay
and
watch my dinner get away
you
say i should but never know
that
in the language you bestow
i
just nod the work of listen
transparent
in the pools that glisten
there
is no conflict in resolve
i
skipped that part where we evolved
spider
fat and eating flies
we
wear our words as a disguise
you
give me facts and cold hard truth
i
leave the language and its proof
and
know that everything i see
was
never real only perceived
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