truth be damned as non-existent

   i’m still/not lying

just then she looked so spanish  her eyes     they didn’t move

she spoke about her problems      was des per ate for truth

the story 

           her parents fled from castro’s door 

she doesn’t have    time anymore

i couldn’t stop thinking about things redefined

       situation comfort changes lives within lines

couldn’t stop wishing i wasn’t verbose

   ordinary hours          calls getting close

she made laughter i didn’t think i had

tired of direction that wouldn’t show its curves

        the interesting inflection         did not concur

again she looked spanish   i had to think about her name    it

hadn’t been a minute  and  already was a shame

search advantage  story told 

chalk competition without throughout 

     learn early age 

debts    sit better paid

gift promised    gift given  

        distant   driven   

the five o’clock light made the difference distance

you could’ve passed me by

the calls were professionally dry         charm overwhelming

but only just   at times       

i love to see the smiles

didn’t matter     that so many of the things i like to see   

so noticeably absent   embarrassing for me

if someone would only discover the only thing i won’t deny

make the look come from the eyes

i retracted and considered the lack of cigarettes 

     how to fault her wouldn’t humble if it hasn’t done it yet

how an ocean can divide us and still give so much more  

every other problem is a bore

the language that i treasure surely put on trial

could i stand to be tested with a tolerance so mild

if  i   another’s courage   

could i get anything done?

truth be damned as non-existent  i  feel this surging through

how futile is resistance if i am holding proof

how many times can i discover such an ordinary phrase

should i really keep on counting       counting    counting  




everything in days