Trufe

TRUTH
rare as a jackelope
beautiful as a misty morning
on the northern california coastline.
Your charismatic sock puppets tell you
it hunts for its prey
never taking a moment to rest.
I say
it is the immemorial refuge of the twigs
the incarnation of the bastille in a word.
It serves the old guard well.
As unfamiliar as the next solar system,
but as familiar as your mothers face.
When its full current reaches your synapses
it will change your taste
from the napoleons and machiavellis and bismarks
and from familiarity
to a seemingly sinister
sheep in wolfs clothing that loves like a King.
I must stop now and go get drunk ,then, hopefully, meet a cute girl with a rotund backside, and it will bring me cheer immeasurable.
See \
there is some right there.
Don’t use it too often in the meat market.
You will become a leper
and be forced to spend your nights
in a perpetual state of mid siezure
resembling the demeanor of a Macho
American father watching his daughter be whored off
to high class hustlers with cold sore lips
GOOD DAY