Words mean nothing
unless they are bile from your belly
or broken teeth
or poison apples from forbidden trees
What use are words if they don’t
fly or kill or breathe ?
What use are they if they don’t shiver
or gasp when you take a
bullet to the heart ?
We need words that will splinter your dreams
twist the knife in Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee orrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeee ahhhhhhh!
Now -Release
Words that pummel you bloody to the ground
that punch that loan shark lender in the mouth
Words that spit on branded consumption
and undress the whores of mass corruption
that flower a reaction –
We want words that wrestle alligator fascists in the street
Words that will kink up the party – pin Hedge fund Harry to the wall,
milk the nipple of stinking cheats
and never hide what you feel
Words that you can see , unchained a slab of basalt ,
naked for eternity
Words that spark flames again and again
that aren’t ‘endorsed,’ by weasel money men
Words that vomit on alpha pup shoes
that will build something vital
fresh -new
Words that change the winds of Palestine
and bring justice to the bastards of apartheid
Words that will rip the old order apart
and dazzle the skies like Sputnik babies
Words that kneel between the thighs of lady justice
and penetrate the womb of equal rights
Words that shield morality and crack the rusted fists of bigots
Words that shine a light on toxic oil spills –
chase the dragon -conjure up thrills
Words that bite the tongue of slick dick salesman
Words that spank you black and blue
Words that remember me and you
Words you find in the backseat of a lover’s car
that wing you to Mars, skating on moon dust
and magic stars
Words that fight in ink berets
that linger longer than a second and never fade.
Saira Viola is a critically acclaimed fiction writer, poet , song lyricist and creator of sonic scatterscript. On occasion she can be found astro surfing with Flaubert’s flute or riding the subway with dime princes. Her lucky number is 7.
–Art by Felix Lu