7.12.10

Reality
is such a fucking bitch,
but I love her;
the clouds vanish
and she stands here
bristling and danceable.

They say, "She is muggy
and humid too. Sticky and gross;
she is Ephemera, unsubstantial
when poked; she is the reversed
reflection of what I desire."

But, I say, that's not her.
Those are the lies she tells and believes.
Behind that, she shines
fierce as a nail and its hammer.


by jerry gordon
7.12.10