Monday, March 2, 2020


Some days
even the chalky emptiness
of sky that fills the window

can strike you
as so tricky and complicated
it becomes
overwhelming to describe

rates of change
so certain and specific
they cannot be legally gauged

a real honest
to goodness person
could never simply
state a feeling

this is the lie
that got baked inside
every sweet bleached
morsel of the language

there are politics involved
and certain things just
aren't discussed

lips must have
first evolved their
plushness for the biting

even in private
we are embarrassed
to mention this

the poets
are as peasants

standing before the procession
of their emperor

the page
may not be blank

but it is still
always naked.