Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Telling The Truth

Telling The Truth

Who is talking now?
Which one of you all said that?
Putting me in blinds
on both eyes, leaving
one ear unstopped then jumping
all over the place -
even using sound
effects to cover your voice,
well, it worked, damn it.

What's next? Waterboard?
Me sent to Guantanamo?
Covered in orange
jumpsuits forever?
Sleeping in bright light, exposed
to whoever cares
but oh, no one will?
All because you say I pump
hot air in my truth.
Oh man, I never!
Well, I say hardly ever...
at least not this time.

‎May ‎27, ‎2014 1:43 PM

Written in collaboration with Irene Toh's A Glib Sheen Images in this post are of the prison facilities in Guantanamo.


  1. And the day
    Went by
    That they didn't care
    Alls fair in love
    And war
    But they say
    This is no war
    Then the side of their neck
    Opens up
    This is a war on terror
    They spout
    As if Terror was a tangable thing
    Terror is a great motivator
    Makes uneducated trailor trash
    Quake in their boots
    What if them turban heads
    Come to Alabama to take our jobs
    And rape our women
    Cuz you know that
    Terrorists come from Mexico
    And Muslims don't believe in God
    Least thats what Jim at the Piggly Wiggly
    Said his preacher told all the good folks
    It's a war of terror
    And we take no prisoners of war
    Oh them?
    They be what you call "detainees"

  2. Your flow is good and solid. Tangable is actually tangible. Trailor is trailer. That's in case you want to keep this poem for future publication. The one place where you capitalized Terror probably works that way but technically should be terror.

    Thank you for leaving the poem for me. I am happy to have it here.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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