I have words
good words
all the best words
they come out of me
in fountains
cascading
waterfall words
flushing away doubt
over the edge
over the precipice
I speak
falling words
splashing words
drowning words
there are rocks at the bottom
broken bones
buried treasure
known unknowns
wrapped in reedy words
left here by thrill seekers
terrorists, murderers
rapists
jumping off cliffs
swimming over rivers
climbing the walls that I built
I am a great builder, you see
but it's not all about me and my words
I have questions too
Why do the bubbles breathe when I can't?
Is this light refracted a mirror of the dark?
Is there such a thing as a grindelow?
Can't we stop them?
What is this weight
pulling me down
Can I swim?
Will I drown if I don't win?
Don't look too closely
for I don't know anything
I never did
Let me back in
I always win
You'll be sorry
You will be sorry
all that will be left
is a scorched blonde wig
a scorched earth
a pile of empty emperors clothes
and legislated words
captured in email,
cooked until raw
served over the body politic
burnt and broken by the fall
of ***** grabbing brawlers
drowned and forgotten in a furore
of water hurtling towards the forgetful sea
and it's endless tides will bring the bodies back to shore
won't wash away the misdeeds, you don't know that half of it
you will never be clean
But not me
I am very rich you see
I will float away on an endless tide
of empty promises
corporate endorsements
and established exploitations
leaving only the roaring echo of the flood
in which all your words
all your worthless worlds
were washed away
so ask yourself
on voting day
who do you hate less?
who do you hate more?
will it always be this way?
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
I have words
good words
all the best words
they come out of me
in fountains
cascading
waterfall words
flushing away doubt
over the edge
over the precipice
I speak
falling words
splashing words
drowning words
there are rocks at the bottom
broken bones
buried treasure
known unknowns
wrapped in reedy words
left here by thrill seekers
terrorists, murderers
rapists
jumping off cliffs
swimming over rivers
climbing the walls that I built
I am a great builder, you see
but it's not all about me and my words
I have questions too
Why do the bubbles breathe when I can't?
Is this light refracted a mirror of the dark?
Is there such a thing as a grindelow?
Can't we stop them?
What is this weight
pulling me down
Can I swim?
Will I drown if I don't win?
Don't look too closely
for I don't know anything
I never did
Let me back in
I always win
You'll be sorry
You will be sorry
all that will be left
is a scorched blonde wig
a scorched earth
a pile of empty emperors clothes
and legislated words
captured in email,
cooked until raw
served over the body politic
burnt and broken by the fall
of ***** grabbing brawlers
drowned and forgotten in a furore
of water hurtling towards the forgetful sea
and it's endless tides will bring the bodies back to shore
won't wash away the misdeeds, you don't know that half of it
you will never be clean
But not me
I am very rich you see
I will float away on an endless tide
of empty promises
corporate endorsements
and established exploitations
leaving only the roaring echo of the flood
in which all your words
all your worthless worlds
were washed away
so ask yourself
on voting day
who do you hate less?
who do you hate more?
will it always be this way?
A comment on the absence of credibility in the candidacy of both runners for the USA election in 2016, though with a clear connection to one in particular whose public failure to deliver credible views is unparralelled in political history