Thursday, June 25, 2009

as politic

what we will not hear
makes marks upon us
the facts ignored to fit
our picture frames, it's
just how we like it,
there is nothing else

no, nothing but
the emptiness of a room
that swells with silence
and i've had enough
of it,
no desire to wallow in
its hollow symphony.
all i fear
is being left alone
for too long
inside,
wanting just to touch
anyone but myself
the body is political
as politic,
none of us will admit it
although
we all know it is a battleground