The eloquence of the screaming - PATRICK JONES

(...)

between the billboard masturbation
across highways of metallic isolation
there
there lives the deafening screaming of you me us
wiping out the diseased pages of apathy
that bleed our eloquence
with words of amnesia
that forgets the feeling
that chokes our resistance
and
here
there rises the blood of the trees
the blue of the dolphins
the spine of the mountains
the tongues of the tied
arise
arise
a hate eloquence and destroy the death dreaming
and
out there
in there
somewhere
is where
here
there
i desire to speak;
somewhere without limits and fences
sometime without tenses
i
desire
to speak

to


speak: