I don’t write poetry much anymore, but I’ll probably dig up some of my old stuff and post it occasionally. Until then, here is the poem that produced the title of this blog.
And finally I must admit
it is not poverty
not broken love,
not the well-told lie of our divinity
that breaks my heart,
but the poorly portrayed heroes,
whose transparent happiness
is usually an escape
not an arrival.
And then who is left
to show us where we might arrive?
Who is left to silence the genius de Sade,
that no truth is more proven
than the truth of our desires,
and what more holy thing is there to obey?
So I will stop looking for heroes,
and I will listen to my strongest desire,
which is to prove
some other truth.