Late night playlists of music, poetry I wrote and forgot. sentimentality of another occasion when you should have been with me, I wonder…how easy could it have been ... Does your record player scratch where I tune in? ... Are you left empty? ... Do you create sound, hearing loss? Playing our song, over and over again off a distant frequency that is just sensory deprivation, confabulatory the harmony we once had into deaf ears, ringing and ringing again- no answer. ... Hangs up. ... Pathology follow me syndrome, leads nowhere and I am leaning against a wall, standing alone. ... Tell me, how is it, you lack necessity, leave the signal so low, the radio fades in and out no station, no definition. ... How is it you left me behind, while I still look forward to finding you?
Insult to Injury
This is where the insult to my injuries seeps out...please read, comment, critique, anything - thank you for looking!