Slippery Slope

by silvershoes   Nov 16, 2011


I can spew out poems
on a white page
with chunks and strings of
dismantled literacy.

I can shove ideas
down your throat,
and hope you swallow them
to regurgitate later.

I can lay ideas clean before you.

I can map hypotheses of microevolution
within our population.

I can sing of the greater good,
but what good will it do?

This thought will not change you.
This poem will not move you.
These words will not strike you into motion,
nor will you be drummed on by my inertia.

These politically incorrect spills
of semi-tentional conjectures
will remain unheeded,
so they will remain unwritten.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ste

    To state that your words and contentions won't move us or influence our opinions or actions you open the door and lead us in. When we get there we know we have been caught and we are already moved and influenced both. Well done. This is splendid.

  • 5 years ago

    by Marvellous

    I still have an iota of doubt, as 2 y they should remain silent in d mind, _Unwritten? We rather keep Talk'n though, they may b just Watch'n..I guess. All d same, d rich blend of words, subtly moved my finger. Much enjoyed this reality. Thanks 4 reminding us, once more. High 5!

  • 5 years ago

    by Adeele Muuli

    Fantastical! Really unique style yet Its made so well!

  • 5 years ago

    by rachael

    This read, to me, as precisely the type of mind jelly-leftovers I always seem to feel fall out of my mouth following especially intense midterm/finals weeks. Thank you.

  • 5 years ago

    by Jordan

    Your words say that they will not move me and yet they do just the opposite! Excellent stuff.

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