It is difficult, for me or maybe for anyone, to act without hiding behind Mars, behind Venus, cloaking yourself, ourselves, with Jupiter and Uranus. It's difficult to not dissect parts of mine, of us, into fragments and be left with a core. Fork over these slices on a dirty platter to any someone you glance at while whispering the words "This is me". Bury Mars, blot out the Moon, conceal Saturn, obscure Neptune and Pluto. Cut them up, box them up and repress them for a greater time.
YOU ARE READING
Nosce te Ipsum
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written. Free verse, Aubade, Couplets, Prose, and Laments. Probably some accidental Doggerels. Mostly I am posting this for my own enjoyment, but I hope others enjoy it as well. I will add more as I write m...
