her depths grow out from green
from green to royal blue
Where
all our lies get hot
get salty
Liquidate
into butter
Congeal
into residue
residual
of which
Constitutes the laundry list
of lies
uncommon
picked for
pulled for
Juice
Energy
Extraction
By decree of part-sentients
(part-not)
sworn to secrecy
Whose vows have been
exacted
spoken
logged
attributed
catalogued
the precise configurement
figured
configured
drawn off the slight balance of
good will
accounted
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for
then left
here in this courtyard
where touched
touched by the elements
Produce a serum
bottled
capped
guarded
2 men
2 the vial
There a discordance
a shaking of foundations
if the color hits the litmus test
and meets other requirements unknown
you can tell by the sound:
a hollow tone
The amplification
of which
discards
shucks
throws off
any and all
antagonist untruths
(left brown and dyscolored in the foamy froth)
the purified potion
then drained
hits a shade resembles goth
The scientists stand
satiate
fatigued
admiring
edge of tide pool...
Truth!
Taken from the scene
from the light
double encrypted
left inaccessible
walled off
Truth!
Like pores
touched by witch hazel
locked behind skin
sealed from the world
and her sin
Truth!
Language is lost
in the crowd
of the avowed
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Truth!
Eyes tell of suffering
naked like ankles
bit by geese
scraped on thorns
bleeding until clotted
sometimes
Truth!
found
retrieved then
hidden
until she may be
cloned
replicated
For now
we are left with the same old
same old
caked makeup
meet low-grade rubber
(wall ball material circa '79)
smoke trails and
salvage yards
highways
bits of plastic
bits of plaster
just another
man-made disaster
For now
we are left with our scars
on water
steady boiling
like poached eggs
For now
A double-breasted back-stabbing
On Front Street by the boardwalk
The perp
vanishes in a fog of
Chat Room Twitter
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The forensics team drinks coffee
the coffee
sure is bitter
For now
the lies proliferate
canvass our nation:
gas consumption fever!
TV vacation!
what once was compromise
now has no promise:
each for his own
all or none mentality
Long island teas comped
on a corporate spread
for the so-called VIPS
for the pros
Young runaways
expose thighs
to highball bids
much too low...
Is this not enough
exploitation
and suffering?
to pry open the crypt
where collective truths
are kept?
Until then I will hold
for all the good people
a vacancy
in my heart
unparalleled...
a love enduring
unequalled
uncommon
and
true
from me to you
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