Truth

All lies are someone's truth.

Shatter the Ten Commandments

On your driveway,

And carve your prophecies

On a therapist's couch,

Like everyone else.

Feel the privilege of--

No, entitlement to--

Delusion.

Truth is simply

Sloppy advertising.

You deserve better,

Modernity.

Person Suit II

naked i came from the
(womb)
but since that moment,
i have made +meticulous+ my
skin
into a well-tailored
personsuit.
ironed smooth and stitched
----tight----by----half----truths
impeccable by design
superb reality [tv]
i suppose.
not a day passes when
i do not fill its
comfortable ~folds~

i was tricked once
into taking it off,
thinking myself a lover.
discarded, it lay on
the floor_______of my
bedroom
for a few breathless nights.
but <never> again.
^god^ himself will have to
rip it from me
to get at my
/soul/

strange [drugs]
have taken my lover's
reality.
deep in the brain
they <fester>
//carving out a space//
//bleeding with memories//
//seeping red down the nose ears//
light, a chemical ghost, haunts
the dark--dark complacent
with neuron picture shows
to be high <fiction> and bleeding <fact>
passed out on [life]

Ghost

I am in love with a ghost.
A specter of a man,
lost in shadow.
Breathless, suffocated,
he is but the blue lips of
doubt.
He hovers like dust
in sunlight:
my hand can but stir,
scatter and swirl;
my reaching but a breeze,
motion without touch.
The wistful condensations,
the aimless evaporations
in his clouded mind,
I can only glimpse
in the distant sky
behind his eyes.
He is the thread of smoke
left by incense;
the scent that
clings to me
by accident.

Noise and Clarity

shadows speak to me with

noise and clarity.

in darkness i find the 

articulations

so often confounded

by the mumblings of light.

is death not a lucid verse,

recited in between the 

heartbeats of the night?

a morbid poetry lies in the

void,

with words that falter not

upon the tongue. 

Solstice

We are but humble folk,
You and I,
And yet the Sun rises for
Us.
The darkness which has consumed
Our waking moments,
And shrouded our land
In white veils
Of mourning,
Is vanquished.
The Sun rises for
Us.

Darkest Night

i am not afraid of the dark.
no, not i.
darkness is womb,
is lovers beneath
quilts.
darkness is the color
of dreams,
of peace for weary
eyelids.
i am not afraid
to be an egg
before the hatching.