Some speak the sounds
news let fly
news let fall.
Let it fall all where it may.
I've been here long enough to know
what needs saying.
More is never less, and I've said nothing that bears
repeating. Yet I've bared it all.
news let fly
news let fall.
Let it fall all where it may.
I've been here long enough to know
what needs saying.
More is never less, and I've said nothing that bears
repeating. Yet I've bared it all.
The good words used to flow through me. I used to
know them all. And still I've withheld so much of
what was given to me to say.
know them all. And still I've withheld so much of
what was given to me to say.
The words stay inside/stacking themselves and digging
in to my stomach/climbing up my throat in imitation-reflux.
in to my stomach/climbing up my throat in imitation-reflux.
They want out. They don't know what it takes to unwind
the wires of this tired voice box. To let the hiss and crackle take
hold. To cough out the bargains of the day and the cookie cutter
pronouncements. They'll be waiting without patience/toe tapping/
sighing. They'll be waiting for the truth.
the wires of this tired voice box. To let the hiss and crackle take
hold. To cough out the bargains of the day and the cookie cutter
pronouncements. They'll be waiting without patience/toe tapping/
sighing. They'll be waiting for the truth.
They'll know it when they hear it.
They've heard it from me all along.
It's everything I'm not saying.
I've said nothing,
that bears repeating.
Love this line: "The words stay inside/stacking themselves and digging
ReplyDeletein to my stomach/climbing up my throat in imitation-reflux." And I think we are all resistant to the news lately. It just reads more and more as fiction even though we are sinkingly aware that it is, indeed, the news.