Naked

man-meditating

Like an ocean swim in winter

truth is an icy hammer strike

Dense

Callous

Unyielding

In panicked recoil

we seek swaddled succor

bind ourselves in filtered validity

seek sanction from familiar flame

Loving conspirators

primed with gentle lie on loving lips

 

From tiny bottles we seek respite

Gossamer veils

Multi-hued pastels

filter light’s harsh stare

dilute the bone bleaching rays

Truth

stands boldly naked before us

laughing as we turn a blushing cheek

 

We stare in horror at radiant screen

repulsed by truth’s image

shudder at horror made potable

by distilled reverie

scroll through remote highways

garishly adorned

hawking truth as commodity

in every style and color

 

Unsatisfied we press on

in search of the velvet hammer

 

 

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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