toothless truth

a glob of words. specks of speculation revolving around the oaken head like Jupiter's rings. if you glean anything solid from this verbal bellyflop, then you're not reading it properly.

the truth is never solid. spinning, grinning mercurial

ball of liquid what. gods and mortals shadowbox

in the timeless twilight of waking dreams. bloody screams.

mint chocolate chips. self important cockroaches at war

on a ball of trash. stacks of ravenous bills eating stacks

of filthy paper. pastors point at the sky. scientists deconstruct

the lie. immortal giants; invisible. microbial killers; invisible.

a handshake. a nail scar. dandelion seeds on a breath of wind.

 a 400 page paper on the nothingness of nothing. I eat a sandwich,

and wonder if my bologna had a soul. where is that soul now?

my belly? Heaven’s belly? Hell’s endless tongues of sulfuric flame?

the sun sets in the west. as usual. a grandma dies. a baby cries.

soon, I’ll be wiped from the chin of Forever. proof of my

existence will be plentiful, yet, unsought. flashbulb lightning.

thunderclap. I’ll dance on the stage until one of us collapses.

full of everything. sure of nothing. expanding like a dying

star; a healing scar on the face of the sky.  blood, guts,

and electricity dodge the groping hands of knowledge

and the sexual wiles of philosophy. noise and debris.

noise and debris. useless to use up any more words

on a trivial concept like truth.   

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like a city skyline after an Allied bombing raid.

[Emily B]

lately my truths have all had these horrible huge fangs that rip me apart in seconds and leave me a bloody mess

I would prefer a toothless truth, I like your words