Hide & Speak

 

grabbing at images of windblown trees

with tearstained teeth and calloused knees,

stabbing at formulas of dead men’s thoughts

with yak horn fans and cold stars distraught.

 

sunshine winters get my Zen bomb centered.

enlightenment escapes me,

b*****d heroes set my pride at zero,

I escape enlightenment.

 

I whisper fear in the spooky sound’s ear

with breath’s frozen phrase killing cheer,

chewing on razors with my Buddha face,

squandering charm and out of disgrace.

 

rot-gut laughter hanging drunk from rafters ,

pretension hides from my truth,

plastic smiles shine like new ceramic tiles,

my truth hides from pretension.

 

sobriety and clarity,

poetry and symmetry,

I lack, I lie, I live and die,

never touching true prosperity.

 

I’m average.