Let’s Amplifiy the Truth

electric guitar

For those delicate petals,
fake dew is instrumental
when forged consciousness
dripping as tongue
numbing, dumbed down thought
slides easily off the precipice
as words from a vacuous mouth
and into
our bleeding ears.
I want to scream
like it’s written here,
words carved in ice,
’til made-to-melt
tears form ravines on
mezzanine floors –
to make the rafters
swing and hit those bass strings
finely tuned with lofty notes
that only birds can pluck
between electric volts
those shocks that send shivers
and feathers
soaring through the air;
when politicians sing
like cuckoos – let’s
plug in our guitars and play.