This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

BARREN SPEECH (poem & photomontage

On the dusty floors of the barren house
Rats eat their weight in stale crumbs.

Straight talk pushes through a musty air,
Moving with untold illness. Restless,
Frantic voters, march, plead. Useless,
Their freedom’s song
Pulsing against their teeth.
The country groans,
Wretchedly pleading of liberty;
Words of hope feel oily,
Staining the tongue.

The rats scurry over the boards
In the empty home.

© 2008 mrp/tpm
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