Saturday, October 23, 2010


i speak to this machine
translating shy words into epic tales
a voice forcing all eardrums to vibrate
until this loudener is no more, i will be heard


inebriated structure, staggers, stumbles
occupants rattle about and collide with their belongings
without a good grip, neighbors slide through open windows
i wave and wish them a good flight


arms extend, longing to hold
lonely hands portray a need to be held
tired arms are left to starve
awaiting an embrace, starving arms crumble