The Static Channel

The Static Channel

A Poem by The Lovely Sound Of Crashing

Black and white,
Shades of gray.
Every now and then, there's a flicker.

An image of you,
A trapped memory,
Just a w***e for attention.

I'd fix the receptors,
But darling, I'm in a coma.
This is all a nightmare that I've been watching!

Listen to the noise-
Keeps me up like insomnia,
It'll never get the right read on you!

Signals weak,
The batteries are dying,
Flip a
[Channel]
[Channel]
[Channel]

All I see is rips in reality!
Can we just hit mute?
I'd rather grow accustomed to silence...

© 2009 The Lovely Sound Of Crashing


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Very witty metaphor, and I love how you are able to use it through the whole poem. I like how you just turn off the frustration at the end with silence.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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The Lovely Sound Of Crashing
The Lovely Sound Of Crashing

Miramar, FL



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