Fact Is The Beholder

(a sort of call/response to a recent piece from a friend of mine … parallax)

Totally Fact

Let's look at the facts
they say,
years later I'm still waiting
not like I'm Vladimir or 
Estragon, lost in some
existential crisis cafe where
even the coffee hasn't arrived
at table five or any other
and probably won't;
if facts were goal posts
they'd never stop moving
in any direction or reason
placation, manipulation
which is closer to the truth
raising yet another question
like, the fact of the matter,
what matter (I ask)
quantum or social,
but whatever
I'm now totally fact.

Don’t be bringin’ no facts in this house

dirty things

then we might feed them

semblance of a moment’s soul’s

weakness

suredly our call

is enough

your mother and I and Bill next door

with front lawn flags who swore

in white no black

at our door

yesterday

you know him

pointed finger gun at what is at

we don’t know where they’ve been

Bill says

these “facts”

Bill says they might even be sin

where the devil’s been

the real ones

are

told hard cut divided ones

with fealty direction

ones invented

out of whole cloth