Truth
Brandie Trent
My teacher says
all I have to do
to write a poem
is tell the truth
the truth of mountains
the truth of wildflowers woven into headresses
the truth of stinging bees and Luna moths
but I do not want to speak the truth
throgh ink
or coins
or coffins
or front pockets of denim shirts
One word can annihalate
wash away
high tide sand castles and red plastic buckets
What I could do with a phrase!
I could torch the City of Angel
with a hell inferno devil blaze
I could ignite a trail of terror across the deser
Iw ill not speak the truth to make poetry
(my pages with only burn)
I confess nothing
I confess nothing
all I have to do
to write a poem
is tell the truth
the truth of mountains
the truth of wildflowers woven into headresses
the truth of stinging bees and Luna moths
but I do not want to speak the truth
throgh ink
or coins
or coffins
or front pockets of denim shirts
One word can annihalate
wash away
high tide sand castles and red plastic buckets
What I could do with a phrase!
I could torch the City of Angel
with a hell inferno devil blaze
I could ignite a trail of terror across the deser
Iw ill not speak the truth to make poetry
(my pages with only burn)
I confess nothing
I confess nothing