Truss Me

says that Face

across the bar

you know

like the one

in the

billboard

who has

to have

it all

the bonded

money grill

the sterling

dozen

parked cars

in his twelve

car garage

the trophy

lady seated

in the

nail salon

three kids

in attention

before the

blaring 56"

flat-screen

cinched or

clinched was

it clenched

I meant

He's selling

you something

it's in the eyes

but I'm not sure

what it is

it's hard to

hear when

everyone's

cheering for

the team,

the home

team?

no one's

asking &

you want

to Trust

somebody

but

you're not

sure what's

the fuss

over

what

game or

station or

never mind

the score

taken

you have this

doubt and

you're trying

your damnedest

to drown it

cause

what is

this

extravagant

animation

all about &

what's going

on anyhow?

You swear

you've seen this

passing by

faster on TV

taken notes even

& you thought

you'd roped

your old school

beliefs

Everything is

saying Trust me:

you don't belong

in here;

And if not,

then

where?

Melancholy offers

a free refill &

you picture

the corner of

your rented room

where Claustrophobia

has all but f*cked

you over

So you go &

you tell yourself

that you go out

to be

among people

where poetry

is written

across blank faces

and you have

grave doubts

as such

but you Trust

yourself

to fill in

the missing

details

And so

you hold

your place

and you keep

your piece

holstered

yes you trusss

you Truss

yourself

to take a

breath

and

exhale

Something

is after all

in there...

God or life

or Faith or

even if it's

only Death

...It is

there

and it

will

wait

2023 AUG 04