Your truth is

at the end of your fist

 

I close my eyes

and take it on the chin

 

I swallow a tooth

and lick the blood

 

My truth is

at the end of my swing

 

you take it in the skull

and see the blood

 

You choke on the truth

with your palms open

 

Pause

Sometimes it is just about the light

and the warmth it gives

This is the day I will embrace

and walk to it

 

This is the day it will be okay

Philip V. Coombs 5-6pm