July 26, 2010


Compose ...compose

Words from my fingertips
Like meaningless music
Drawn into the needle
Screeching across vinyl
Hands over my ears
Hoping for silence


The finished serenade
A twisted aria injected
In my bulging vein
Quivering nervous system
Waiting for the surge of euphoric
Nonsense of my own making

Composure ...composure

The overdose of my own
Vacant words leaves
Me empty from purpose
The needletip scribbles with
Autonomous vigor and
I am never heard

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