POEM - white noise
April 5, 2019 at 11:06 am,
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Charlotte Griffiths - white noise the gland in my own arm swells
until it is almost the size of a golf ball, the
rain falls and autumn kicks slowly
into cognition, only
just,
and all the while
i watch the calls come through
unanswered.
sometimes the editors leave messages,
sometimes it's just one of the boys checking
up but most
of the time it's just
white noise
called to complain about the
missing buzz or
pointless space now
re-purposed,
called
out
until the answering machine
picks up and holds the
distant drone of
life never started nor
ended
on the line
in the room, echoed,
in my mind;
insanity settles
so well
under dim stars
and dark
shadow,
fallen -
how i will always
fall for
honesty,
unabridged
(won't
you join me
in this?)
-Charlotte Griffiths