random NaNo excerpt

I think truth would be offered freely 

if the question were asked and there were room to receive it, 

but my mouth is full of high-fructose corn syrup and genetically modified organisms 

and my nose is full of pollution and ozone 

and my eyes are filled with hollow lights of screens and apps and magazine ads 

and my hands are full of plastic parts and metal tubing and green printed paper of imaginary worth 

and my ears are filled with angry cries of masses of the forgotten 

and despair of generations past 

and lies of those who call themselves my leaders. 

My soul sorrows and sorrow is my truth.