Verity

Last night, I had a vivid dream.

I was a place I’ve never been.

But honor lived there yet, intact,

And still within the reach of men,

 

And women, too, who were alike,

Though diff’rent looking; young and old,

In seeking truth and fairness, through

The stabbing pain of constant cold.

 

A place of right for those who had been wronged:

A me, not really sure that I

Belonged

Fashion Sense

I tried to write what you had worn,
But then I had to strike it;
For fashion I don’t really get,
Except, I know I like it.

I’m kind of dumb that way, I think.
My eye just misses detail —
There’s, like, some jewelry and some hair,
And then my verbal (epic) fail.

I have a photograph right here.
And though I stare, and dawdle,
I just do not have fashion sense,
And I married a model —

So you have sense for both of us.
I love it, I imbibe it —
But I can’t really write it down,
For I cannot
Describe it

A Legacy

I’d like to leave a legacy […]

I’d like to leave a legacy
That speaks to what’s inside of me;
The man I truly am, deep down:
The verb somewhere behind the noun

But it would seem, I must confess,
That I’m a bit of country mess;
Defined at last by what I lack:
A trailer, backed up to a shack

With windows that just might suggest
That I had entertained a guest;
Or maybe not. It’s hard to tell.
But that’s my legacy, as well

The Secret of My Failure

I kept aside / I hid my shame …

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I kept aside
I hid my shame
The whole world (but not me)
To blame

I sang my songs
To nobody
And spent days (but not nights)
Lightly

I turned around
And, seeing me
I knew then (sort of knew)
Sadly

In molten life
I was but dross
And would be (patently)
A loss