I, a radiohead hear voices I hear peoples screams live peoples nightmares water board cruelty splints under nails humanity is not holy it has no compassion who can own a feeling? I am a charlatan making crazy rules stealing what should not matter who sells emotion at the door artists freedoms rhymes, schemes, seasons? I am an oasis in the crumbling desert a pack of well-thumbed cards water collected in a butt a crystal stream on a craggy mountain top I am caravan hired out cheap for the day shared with my lover where the crows now gather on the rivet roof we are fully woke up I am rolling stone always moving on the name I use already chosen names cannot be swallowed no credits given Pubilius Syrus was here in 1023 I, the pumpkin smashed lies empty on the floor the festival was here long before everything it seems is fake nothing is what it seems who would pay a bent cent for their own dreams? © edenbraytoday29.04.2021
For further work, visit edenbray progressive poetry.