Word Soup (Scratch Pad)Select scribblings from the walls of my cell -- provided the guards approveWatching Tony Snow- March 22, 2007 I feel it click and the dumb comes on like some dull eyed river asks why nonsense has a prime time line lost between the microphone screech are bits of heart and an honest man truth replaced by subjective conjecture while you were nipple fed and sleeping dumb dope feeds brittle heads in kind and the liquid suckle makes a violent pop as the tit is pulled and the tether falls only the faintest carrion aftertaste we all feel so much better now that we know those children aren't dead they're only...http://www.wordsoup.com/poetry/archives/2007/03/war_2007.html |