By
Michel Krug
Anti-Truth
Truth isn’t truth we’re told
The sky may look blue
Actually, it’s a Dalmatian pattern
According to the malignant mind.
Nullifying all of the senses
And sense itself
Free speech free of the reasons
Free of wind, rain and sunshine.
Just words at a studio
Denying the words you hear
The air you breath
The transparent clothes you wear.
Mere illusions, (fraudulent speech),
A winding mountain road
May seem precarious but is
As safe as walking in space.
Michel Krug
Michel Krug graduated from the Writing Seminars at the Johns Hopkins University. He writes poetry and literary fiction, is a former print journalist and now practices law by day in St. Paul, MN. His poems have appeared in The Raven’s Perch, 2 Elizabeths, Poetry24, The Lilith Review,Roachprint Anthology – Thirty West, Main Street Rag, Brooklyn Review, Riverrun, Borealis, Poetry Motel and The Blind Man’s Rainbow.
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