 U: Take me out of doubt.

 T: I can’t.

    It’s locked from my side.

    Pass me the key.

“Keep in mind Mr. Investigator”

Paralyzed minds move their bodies-slowly climbing-

truly

falling

down

a white hole they chase green rabbits

where they remember not knowing the reason

why

liberators with suits that mimicked independence

carried faces that openly confessed to having no knowledge of massacres

were heavily guarded while on tour around the green zone in Iraq.

A mom pushes her children in a shopping cart

and a man passes…..

carrying a case of beer.

They pass each other

look

and

acknowledge the present.

An atomic plague spread

as the official line denied the existence of atomic radiation-

no one noticed

words are direct

only when they don’t make sense of what is said

poetry and writing

must be absolutely free

with no guilt of revealing and expressing.

It is alive and at times dead.

“So….

I must confess Mr. Investigator

that is my story.

It is not the only one- after all…..

but it is mine.”