Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Until you accept your ugly
have faith to let your guard down
Until you know you can let the one
see what you bury under the broken toys in the garage
Until you stop inflating, glorifying, lying
trust the mirror in his eyes won't slit your veins
until then
until then
until then
you will look, try to stay above the high tide mark
and pray no one sees the clay feet inside your Armani shoes
when you stop
when you let the demons out of the box you call your heart and know
that the one will slam the lid so Hope stays,
then you'll have truth.

1 comment:

Billy Martinez said...

Happened across your blog by way of the Orlando Poetry meet up page. This was visceral and raw. Loved it.