TRUTH ALWAYS EXPRESSES ITSELF WITH THE GREATEST SIMPLICITY

I can write again about your blue
or the falsetto strumming about war
and how time left when I remembered this
and the sides of my mouth curled
with the heat in my neck.

I want my truth, as anyone, gold plated
and lucrative, and feeding, and purpose-full
but somehow the lipstick and limosine
has begun composting
turning into new life
that I know to share with you.

How do you know when you are true
other than knowing that this is only true
so simply
so doubtlessly?

Insecurity has plagued me and does
but your staff points me so directly,
so simply

and soon
so wait, patient please,
and soon.


I hate the way she demands attention when she enters a room -- and gets it. It is not in the expensive jewellery she wears -- there's none of that, or in the haute couture black shift dress -- she knows not of Chanel. It is not in the perfect figure or sculpted nose or spray of freckles upon her cheecks -- but in the quiet dignity of her being. She simply is -- She needs not do.
Truth -- her sure step always expresses itslef with the greatest simplicity

and I beneath my Gatinau'ed body, carefully made-up face, pencilled mouth, plucked eyebrows and Nicci chiffons feel tightly coiled, coiffed and frozen like a tight-rope walker in mid-air