I have spoken long with you
so many, many times,
each airy conversation
measuring low on a Richter scale
that never rises much
beyond the surface—
no evidence of my success
just artful whimsy
it never shakes your earth.
Just once I’d have you see beyond
the artifice I’ve set in place,
to the real, the bold, the dreams,
let it grind tectonically
and crumble these placid walls
to reveal what’s behind the facade.
To be a quake worth waiting for.
For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellers in print or e-book formats.
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