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static.........
read me like a book
you turn a page
and my emotions
are drawn
like air at the damper
of the furnace
caught up you dont look
and I can see your eyes
the colours against
the dark pupils
outside the snow is falling
through the sun
hidden and transparent
there are cars at the
streetlights
I remember then
but not now
you havent read that
yet
and I smile
and you look up
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Comments
Esker
Mon, 2011-02-14 12:30
scene
we had the old antennae on the roof
and the set would only pick up the station
without sound sometimes
signal and all that
so one would watch CBC or whatnot
drama with no voices
just the static
and I felt this way
of being unable to say what
could possibly be conjured
now its a history
filled with ghost voices
and phrases half caught
like sleeping on the train
and dreaming
scribbler
Sun, 2011-02-13 14:15
static
about as far from broken static as it gets. Whoever inspired this is a lucky person..............scribbler
Esker
Mon, 2011-02-14 12:27
I thought it was only a one sided look..
so many kinds of love
I never considered it to
be serious
heart of hearts I know
....