that the nsa is reading
my poetry blog
i guess it behooves me
to cloak every word
in a new & obscure language
& super subtlety
that most mfa graduates
would throw out as gospel
poetry critics expound on
highfalutin literary editors solicit
snoopers erotically pour over
in visors & dark glasses
congress codes away in doublespeak
every noun & action sandwiched
between double-layered metaphors
(wtf are they?)
imploding like a thousand points of light
traversing the planet
babel-ing for notoriety
forgetting all the rough & tumble
heathen poets
our heads still up
ranting to the sky

— e b bortz