my life has been a series
of encounters,
each one between me and
the truth that
I discovered much
too young
and,
truthfully,
wish I never had
at all
it is impossible
to escape that ghostly
truth
he is patient
he is smart
he is fast
and
he is right
(but I can still run
from him)
and I do run:
into women
into poetry
into the arts
into new locales
and exciting
venues
I run and hide
and hope
hope that truth will
leave me alone for-
ever
(but we all I know
he can’t do that)
eventually he’ll find me,
walk leisurely up, grab
the paper out of my hand,
look at it, laugh at a story,
and throw it the ground
then he’ll say it:
you’re going to die son
and nothing you ever do
is going to stop it,
and nothing you ever do
is going to last
you know as well as I do
this “life” thing is all a
sham
so come on, come with me,
I promise you the darkness
isn’t as bad as they say it
is
(but somehow I never take
him up on that option)
I always run
I always distract him
(just enough) and then
bolt
it’s all I can do
it’s all I’ll ever be
able to do
my life is just a series
of encounters with that
truth and his solution
trying not to believe him,
trying to defy myself
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
my life has been a series
of encounters,
each one between me and
the truth that
I discovered much
too young
and,
truthfully,
wish I never had
at all
it is impossible
to escape that ghostly
truth
he is patient
he is smart
he is fast
and
he is right
(but I can still run
from him)
and I do run:
into women
into poetry
into the arts
into new locales
and exciting
venues
I run and hide
and hope
hope that truth will
leave me alone for-
ever
(but we all I know
he can’t do that)
eventually he’ll find me,
walk leisurely up, grab
the paper out of my hand,
look at it, laugh at a story,
and throw it the ground
then he’ll say it:
you’re going to die son
and nothing you ever do
is going to stop it,
and nothing you ever do
is going to last
you know as well as I do
this “life” thing is all a
sham
so come on, come with me,
I promise you the darkness
isn’t as bad as they say it
is
(but somehow I never take
him up on that option)
I always run
I always distract him
(just enough) and then
bolt
it’s all I can do
it’s all I’ll ever be
able to do
my life is just a series
of encounters with that
truth and his solution
trying not to believe him,
trying to defy myself
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