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Honestly

My vulnerability is that I’m not strong enough

To expose my weaknesses

I don’t do full frontal poetry

Just let the occasional moon poke through

I don’t write about late night drinking and passing out in the recliner

Or midnight toking when I don’t need another joint

But want an excuse to look at the stars

I don’t write about my precarious finances

Or the precipice I’m skirting

And I certainly don’t write poetry about

The web of relationships that ebb and flow

In my life

My sex life is so boring

That I’d be hard pressed to extract a haiku from that prompt

 

Five fingers stroking

Seven minutes pleasuring

Five small lonely deaths

 

I’m not strong enough to remove all my masks

Or tear down all the walls I’ve built to keep you out

My honesty is opaque and measured

I let the world uncover truths or insights that I pass along

Rendered words transforming fact to transfixion

But in all honesty

I’m not

I’m not strong enough to celebrate my flaws

So I question my own authenticity

Wondering about truth

Or if truth is ever fully honest

Wondering about authenticity and phoniness

Would Holden Caulfield, aged and wrinkled

Sneer at me over his walker and call me out

Hey phony, why don’t you write something real for once

He’d say

And I wouldn’t be insulted

Because I’d recognize the truth

In all honesty

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

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Phony

Authenticity is the hallmark of cool

Get real, people shout

When fakes and phonies are found out

Most of us aren’t

Uniquely authentic at all

Of course

We shift and hide behind our roles

Defined by life and shaped within our times

Wearing masks and costumes we don’t realize are even there

We dissimulate and redirect

Throw up a camouflage barrage

Tell white lies

Commit sins of omission

Act richer than we are for some people

But a lot poorer than we are for the taxman

Phonies

We become subject matter experts based on intuition

Forget expertise

Phonies

Now the phoniness becomes ubiquitous

Obvious, no greater need for admonishments than now

The phone culture

The phony culture

Has supplanted immediacy

Reduced capacity for awareness of the moment

This moment, here

The one found at the bottom of a mantra

We just can’t let it

Be

Since now we multitask and surf

Connected

All the time

Everywhere

Call and response

The twitter-verse

Music, games, the news and sin

Addictive as crystal meth

So we stay plugged in

Pretending and posturing

Waving the damn things like magic talismans

Having loud conversations with nobody in sight

Call my broker, yeah, right

Hard to be here now

For texting and posting

Playing Angry Birds out of nervous habit

Being phony

In a phony world

 

David Trudel    © 2012

 

 

“To you everything that’s happening in the world appears phony, to be something other than what it really is, right?” J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye

 

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