strange
It's like
looking
at your
life
in a mirror
from the
fair
parts appear
distorted
and yet
you
know
it is
still you
hit me
yours
is not always
the truth
I am longing
to hear
still,
I will take
honesty's beating
over deception
any day
I'll even
thank you
for the pain-
it reminds me
all of life
is beautiful
I like the bite
sometimes
a little
kick start
to get me
moving
in my life
I've only
known
the betrayal
I allowed
myself
to perceive
I'll take
the tart
tasting swallow
overy candy coated
bullshit
every time
tested
a cool fall night
shakes the tree tops
down for secrets
causing the branches
to give in
and release
their leaves
I stand witness
to this encounter
frozen
and inspired
Indiana's Right
picture the corn
and endless maize
of yellow and green
landscape
ever etched in my memory
still young
undone
Indiana nights
and delights of
fading redwood
barn backdrops
and the breeze
laced in fresh
hays
the celebration
of a time
that has passed
in most places
time locked
in old country road
rides
with the windows
down-home
friendly gestures
of an era branded
a trace
of the fields
patterned in
my remembrance
Pimping
all the fame
your twenty-minute spot light
shined down the approval
of fat old once were
football stars and prom queens
on thrones, judging your youth
reliving through you
I could have, might have
wish to hell I would have
known more about life
when I was young
envy green color lit
falsification of humanity
there is none, really
beyond pretense of acceptance
when self loathing prevents it
and you, this princess
in the fifty-four convertible
Chevy
driving down the one strip town
with a Vaseline smile
and token parade wave
for a snapshot in the local press
and a 29 cent ribbon
gold lettered and rhinestone tiara
and the twenty minute hurrah
you sold out for
Symmetry
and all of this living
and all of the dying
and all of the late night crying
of another sleepless night
there's too many beds
in this house
that longs for population
in the space of its emptiness
another city street
another, incomplete
realization is nowhere
if it exists, I don't recognize it
I keep thinking I will find
it
him
piece
peace
another breeze, somehow fresher
stirs me back
and the road is marred
with holes
just like me
