Wednesday, September 7, 2011

A Poetic Hiatus

I wrote the following a couple of years ago when studying political communications:



Voices, speaking
Ten thousand billion words
Until we’re dead
Of American opinions
And buried under newsprint
Running red
Ideas’ blood
Some empty, some pregnant
With something like eternal truth
How can we find it?
Amid electrical impulses
Flickering through wires
Through nerves
Through brains and city lights
Amid the sounds
From throats and stereos
Megaphones and coffeeshops
The breaths we take
The last few
Spent searching for what’s right
A choice that leads to life
Lungs expand
Harder, faster
As we move closer
Through the newsprint in the dark