Deluge

That a deluge of offhanded words can strike me

Struck me and candy-apple’d propaganda on the machine machine in the living room

Shouting the man’s name appalled me, in short, in sum, without doubt

But I am shot by said words and so I must bleed, it is my duty, it is my love and life to paint the floor red

Be sure to splatter the dishes where we eat so that our cherry tart dinner reeks of authenticity

Better not to stave the flow or where will our creativity go?

-varjakbaby