Silence is piercing and shrill
It is not silence
It is a wordless reminder
That you are alone
It speaks
It slithers
It wraps a coil of distortion
Around your throat
And I never knew you
Until I knew myself
And I regret the electricity
That keeps us alive
Wanting nothing else
Green bicycle
Tires screaming dead
I left you for dead
Unless that was my body
I lost it
And when I speak into my head
I leave your ear on the phone
Silence so loud
We already know
We know
We know
We know
Pity-Poet
Pity-Poetry
Friday, May 6, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Blue Light Lover
Staying awake because you are haunting
Microphone to an empty room
To an empty audience
To an empty soul
Marooned
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would listen
Grooves in shiny black
Vignettes carved into our heads
Running over
And running over again
Staying awake because we were deaf
Our noise molding distance
Not safe to eat away at
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would forget
Microphone to an empty room
To an empty audience
To an empty soul
Marooned
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would listen
Grooves in shiny black
Vignettes carved into our heads
Running over
And running over again
Staying awake because we were deaf
Our noise molding distance
Not safe to eat away at
We shook hands
It was a deal
We would forget
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
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