Home Truths 🏡
(Looking back at 1998’s ideas when I was still typing on a typewriter. Bringing it up to date with more than a few new changes.)
For the man with eyes,
The universe lies
In the stories I tell
Syphoned through typewriter’s ribbon:
The rhymes that spelled childhood,
Neighborhood, Brooklyn food,
Politic, mystic, the very prosaic,
Energy, laziness,
Clarity, haziness,
Hurt words and hope words;
(ambrosias which fueled fates,
Reversed gates of youth’s mistakes,
Going to heart’s every beat, every daybreak).
Home truths are die-cast
To what was unspoken, shy, personal,
Weakness, reversal,
Love with, without a libido,
God with, without binding credo.
Home truths for one with eyes,
Writ on the limited paper size
A4. What prize
Can outstrip a reward
Such as that?
Home Truths rewritten 1.14.2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Pure Nakedness II: Arlene Nover Corwin
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