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
which
may not be blank
but it is still
always naked.