Washington DC Ocean

Can you see a metaphor?

 Washington D.C. Ocean

 

You’ve come to this place of rocks and trees,

Locks and fleas, a paradox of mace and skis

Where what’s brought to this atoll in your valise

Is all that unfolds, save the breeze and your car keys.

 

The mountains ebb in fountains of an ocean

With seas of rocks and trees, restricting any motion,

Elevation's webbed, distanced notion you tease

The solitary heart’s misglanced emotion.

 

Up beyond the Lizard’s Head where sovereigns dwell

We’re all conned into the fissure’s red district swell.

There are holes in our pocket, poles in the socket

Sanctioning change’s prayer to bank vaults deranged.

 

With vacuums in the back room, still running the show,

The facts loom that cracks of doom, gunning from below.

Change is rolling down my leg with a strange tolling in my head,

News flies, blue skies high above the Peaks

While used lies refuse replies waiting to be said!

 

SR Urie