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